Over the Corn

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a ripening corn field

freshened sun shimmers
the not-quite harvest season
gold and greens alight

over the corn

On the perimeter of a poverty stricken village, poetry floats over a not-yet-ripe cornfield; with all the promise of the sun’s heat and a great big harvest.

Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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