by Geraldine Charles
I’d like crawl into the soft, black earth
And curl around the bulbs, the thrusting roots -
Breathe in decay, corruption. One sharp tug
And those triumphant, boastful yellow weeds
Would also mourn this dead, lost spring.
©2007, Geraldine Charles
A web designer and all-round computer person, Geraldine is responsible for a number of websites. In her spare time she writes articles and poems, loves researching Goddess in mythology and also produces artwork on her beloved computer. She also runs an online correspondence course called "Getting to know the Goddess".