When Winter Over: Poem

When Winter Over

First day of meteorological spring

Welcome to the mud season.

By March, the worst of winter

Should be over.

The snow would thaw,

The rain would help to grow,

And rivers begin to run

Because it’s melted snow into water.

The world would wide awake

Into itself again.

Winter should be over.

March brings spring.

Spring season of mud

Is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026

Lyrics from the Clouds: Poem

 

Lyrics from the Clouds

Clouds over the ocean

Seeing.

Clouds in the sky

Being.

Lyrics out of my pen

Challenge floats

About the meadows

Like the whisper of wind

Occupying my mind

And swaying gently every word.

Clouds inviting reflection

And encouraging

To view, to pause, and observe;

To find the right word

When clouds in the sky

Calling

To dream and to fly.

Racked with sorrow

Throw the miserable row,

I certainly know

To be alive is the best thing.

Tomshinsky@2026

Time Is Precious: Poem

Time Is Precious

I.

On day, one hour,

One minute will never

Cone again.

Enjoy every day and hour,

One minute will never

Come again.

II.

We dream of precious  

Warmer days to start some seeds.

We grow many herbs and flowers.

Calendula always is a comforting fact.

Trust the process

You cannot see

Beneath the surface.

So, give yourself the space

To bloom and grow

Because everything is possible.

III.

Life is precious.

It does not have rewinds

Unwrap with appreciation

The gift of each moment.

I little self-love goes

A long way

And this is precious.

Tomshinsky@2026

I Never Knew: Poem

 I Never Knew: Poem

I.

I never knew,

Until I met one in You.

You brought me peace

To all my dreams.

I want to harvest

From every song

If I can prolong

The endless lightness,

Kindness, and happiness.

II.

And if you are to love,

Love like the moon loves.

It does not steal the night.

It only unveils the beauty

Of the dark

And the moon’s light

That sends official approval

For sweet love.

Tomshinsky@2026

Give Me a Word: Poem

 

Give Me a Word

Give me a word

That ends with ‘sion.’

I say, I have a vision.

Give me another word

That rhymes with ‘sion.’

I say, there is a mission.

I do not need any permission.

I am a poet; I have my expression.

I will make my confession:

I am good at my creation.

There are not any confusion,

Collusion, or tension.

English session

Has passion

That could become an obsession.

Tomshinsky@2026

In Spring: Poem

 

In Spring

It is Spring again.

The Earth is like

A pampered child

Spoiled and kissed

That knows the weather’s

Changes and stays mild.

Spring gains again

The poet’s heart

And promises in May

To have a relaxing day.

Spring is connected

To birds and trees,

And frees the thoughts

To fly like birds.

Spring blows my mind

And promises lined

Up with hugs and kisses

For the cute mistress.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wolf and Squirrel: Poem

 

Wolf and Squirrel

People say

If I may,

Life does not grow

From power

To flow.

It grows from care,

Which is fair.

Here is a sight:

Wolf was crying

The entire night.

Squirrel thought

Wolf wants an acorn.

Squirrel was not adorned.

Wolf said, “I am not cry.

I am not hungry.

I am singing.

I am pleasing.”

There is power in acorn.

One day it will be a tree.

It always brings power out in me.

Tomshinsky@2026