Vixen Diary: Poem

 Vixen Diary

Little Fox, Little Fox,

Where do you go

Through the grass, soft and slow

In the beautiful orange tux?

Little Fox, Little Fox,

In the orange tux, -

I am invited to a fiesta.

There is some trifecta

When you go soft and slow

Always flow. –

Little Fox did not want to blow

Her destination

Because she got an invitation.

Little Fox had dreams

And wanted to learn to fly.

She said, “I would never lie!

I am almost at the barn

At the isolated farm,

And there is some sweet chicken

On the menu card.

As usual the coolest Little Fox

Was stalking Rabbits

As her hungry habits.

The adorable Vixen

Emerged from the den.

Every Little Fox fairytale

Has an orange fluffy tail.

The wild foxy animal

Did lost the curious expression

Of natural fascination

Exploring peaceful woodland

And wandering through the meadow.

Little Fox trusted the process

That daylight will come

Even the world was still dark.

Meantime, the dogs did not bark.

Nature provided law and order.

The Chicken lost the juicy shoulder,

Only feathers covered the backroad.

Universe deploys moments of chance.

The tail teaches to enhance

Awareness of choices and chance

Because the sun never forgets to rise,

And daylight will come.

Tomshinsky@2026

Morning Walk: Poem

Morning Walk

To be refreshed

By a morning walk

You do not need to talk.

Be elated over bird

Or autumn golden gift.

Somewhere people are running

Hurrying,

And you are just happy.

You dance in the rain,

Standing in the pond.

Driving rain created a bound

Stronger than the wind.

Sometimes, we do not need a wing,

Just my hoody in pink.

Tomshinsky@2026

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