John Howard Poet Rhyme

Word Strokes

Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
   to view, to feel, to grow.

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Joel Hawksley December 30, 2024 at 8:27 PM I enjoyed reading "Word Strokes." It’s a lovely, concise piece that effectively uses visual and tactile imagery to evoke a sense of connection with the natural world. You've created a poem that's both simple in its language and rich in its sensory details, making it very accessible and inviting for the reader.