Hello September! Poem

 

Hello September!

Hello September!

He said, “I love your amber,

And leaves of multicolor.”

She blushed and answered, -

“I am full of wind

And caprese, not stable

Like any other September.” –

“I am at the door,” –

He replied: “What are you up for?”

He always had a temper

Transitioning from summer calendar

To autumn September.

Dandelion starts

As a yellow sun

And disperses into tiny stars.

There are always more than one

Different points of view.

September whispered, “Here are a few.” –

One said that rain is medicine for heart

And liberation of self-expression art.

For others, rain has too much water,

And human feelings are lies

Made of the summer’s heat files.

“Hello September,

I am at the door.” –

Wishing you prosperity

And success,

Health and happiness.

Perfect time to think ahead.

Tomshinsky@2026

Favorite Season: Poem

 

Favorite Season

My favorite season

When all mosquitoes

Are dead.

Put your light jackets

And carry on.

Meantime, spiders and snakes

Are not dead,

Just sleep and hibernate.

They are not dead.

They will be back.

Bugs and humidity

Are gone,

Just remember with dignity –

They never disappear

Forever.

My favorite season

When yellow flowers

Or rabbit brush turns

In a lovely shadow

Of dignity dirty crimson.

Tomshinsky@2026

She, He, and Time: Poem

 She, He, and Time

She was distracted by birds,

And comforted by trees!

She was fascinated by moon

And happy like a fool

In the great outdoors.

You may ask, “What for?” –

I answer, “In many forms.” –

“I hope you know

How brave and wonderful,

Important and beautiful

You always are,

Even on the days

You do not feel like it,

I want to send you a retreat!”

Her heart thought what if

He stays with me through every season

As time forgets

That we were strangers once.

Tomshinsky@2026

When Time is Right: Poem

 When Time is Right

Real beauty never fades

There are no school grades.

Soul makes a person beautiful.

Mind helps to stay powerful.

What gives you energy? –

Birds fly high,

Sun in the sky,

Breese drifting by.

It is a new down

And a new day on the ground.

I am feeling good.

What about your dreams?

They are waying to be harvested

In the morning field

When time is right.

Tomshinsky@2026

Eager: Poem

 

Eager

The sun is sleeping in

This morning, as I was keen.

The sun just now is picking,

Over the covers,

To greet the new day.

Breakfast with an ocean view

Is coming, and this is true.

Imagination just found you

Like a true friend helps

To find your wings. –

I write on paper with ink.

I know that I am not a machine.

Human soul needs

Imagination and connection,

Drafter, laughter, and expression.

I try to create soul medicine.

Enjoy the journey,

Trust the process

When keep moving forward.

On this note,

I will introduce you to a version

Of myself, you did not meet yet.

Educated, confident, and stubborn –

Made and born

In twentieth century,

Look on life with joy of the journey

And keep moving forward.

Eager to keep the promised word.

Tomshinsky@2026

Birds of the Wetland: Poem

 

Birds of the Wetland

In the wet grasslands

The battle to eat and feed never ends.

The are stunning feathered birds on the trees –

They have to feed the hungry chicks.

Classic side view –

A bird has his way with an apple snail.

An apple snail a day

Or couple hundred keep the munchies at bay.

Summer pounds rich with seafoods.

Birds do not need any boots.

Here is a juvenile night Heron

That entertains like an adult baron.

Sky got traffic

As Osprey on the hunt

Got a fish from the mud.

Bold Eagle spotted a fat catch.

Smart Egret finds shade

On a very hot afternoon.

The tall grass is very cool.

Slender, elegant blue Heron

Isolated to fly

In the pure blue sky.

The Wood Duck in colorful feathers

Has the vibrant breeding look eclipses.

Fantastic capture

Of my adventure

Left stunning water reflection

And my deep appreciation.

Rosie, the spoonbill, is a special bird

With a flat, spoon-shaped bill

To feed the meal.

The delicate pink with bright reds

Come with aerodynamic legs,

Unmistakable fabulous

And monogamous.

Spoonbill showing the impressive wingspan

Marching by in the swamp.

Tomshinsky@2026

Crazy Woman: Poem

 Crazy Woman

He said, I met a woman

Absolutely crazy.

I met a woman

Very careful and kind.

She is busy and jazzy.

She is cheesy and crazy

Like a blue daisy.

The reader thought

That being both crazy and self-aware

Is wild and insane.

People say every crazy girl

Is a sweet woman,

With flame in vain.

Softness and kindness

Are promises

That steers imagination

Of deepest part of the soul inspiration.

Where is life, there is hope.

Crazy means intense,

Entertaining, lucid, or not.

Crazy woman thinks she can fly.

She writes poetry to try.

From woman like that,

It is difficult to come back.

She is soft like a kitten,

Passioned and fit like a mitten.

Tomshinsky@2026