This week’s submissions by Cleary Mallard play upon the tenuous relationship between man and nature, and how sometimes the lines between them blur. His effortless rhythm helps readers lose themselves in the poem, while the introspective subject matter keeps us grounded.
Last Night’s Rain
Wet roses, sick with heavy rain,
Left from last night’s slumber,
Smoking the breath of new days.
Swirling crimson sun, turning
Clouds kaleidoscopic in
Burning, dark rhythm.