Leaves by the Riverbank

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dead leaf

barbed and broken
midrib, cobweb veins
river sand in your story

dead leaf

Sitting by the river holding a dead leaf, imagining her story. A bud. A leaf proudly flapping in the wind, before falling to earth. Her decomposing body slowly eaten by fat beetles and caterpillars. Finally covered in river sand until a random human hand pulls her back to the light.

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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