Ripples Effect: Poem

 

Ripples Effect

Ripples in the sunshine.

I am walking on water

At a hot summertime

When escape to the coast.

I am walking on Earth

 Since my birth.

Tomshinsky@2026

Guarded Heart: Poem

 Guarded Heart

I am walking on Earth

Since my birth.

My heart is locked in a safe ribcage.

It never seen the sun.

It does not mean

That my heart never had fun.

I am caring for my heart in my veins.

My mind protected by skull

And curls of gray hair

Have a party and a flow.

If only all secrets could

Tell and call,

Let things blow naturally!

Let reality be reality!

Suddenly, it started to rain…

Universe takes care

Of things the way it wants and likes.

My heart does not fight.

Tomshinsky@2026

Trifecta in Florida: Poem

 Trifecta in Florida

I bathe in orange juice

And jet ski to school.

My first car was an alligator,

An ancient predator

From freshwater’s

Wild local environments.

Trifecta in Florida

Belongs to South America.

Trifecta in Florida includes

Tamiami Trial at the south

And natural habitats of the north.

Such a candid force!

Some say, Corrida.

Others tell, Horrida.

Ida says, Mue caliente.

I live and breathe

Follow morning addictive agenda

Of the black tinta coffee

That keeps me satisfied and free.

Tomshinsky@2026

Hello August! Essay

 

Hello August!

August is a wonderful month. The days begin to shorten, gently reminding us to appreciate what remains of summer. As someone who has been a fall person more than a summer person, this is when I really begin to enjoy the season. Cooler breezes start to sneak in, beautiful mushrooms begin appearing across the forest floor, and there is a subtle hint that autumn is not too far away.

Here is a pair of Gray Catbirds that have been keeping me entertained this summer. Their second brood has officially fledged, and after spending about a week tucked safely beneath the cover of shrubs and trees while constantly begging their parents for food, the last of the youngsters have now moved on. But…I have a suspicion we may not done yet. The adult pair is still actively defending the nesting area, which makes me wonder if a third brood is about to begin. If so, I would be thrilled to host another generation.

Their nesting story has been fascinating to watch. Their first nest tucked high into the right side of our long hedgerow along the boardwalk. After those young fledged, I carefully trimmed the hedge while making sure to leave the now-empty nest undisturbed. Instead of reusing it, the catbirds built an entirely new nest about fifteen feet to the left in the same hedgerow, where they successfully raised their second family.

What makes this especially meaningful is remembering their first attempt to nest here few years ago. That nest failed after discovered by Common Grackles, and the Catbirds abandoned the area altogether. This year has been a different story. They did not just try again – they persevered. Two successful bloods are already in the books, and if my instinct is right, they may soon be rising a third. Sometimes nature reminds us that perseverance does not always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like simply building another nest and trying again.

Main Line: Poem

 

Main Line

Do not try to keep life on track! –

Time never comes back.

What do you want I tell you else? –

Health is true wealth.

Happiness is an inside job. –

Do you remember spring love?

Do not please everyone. –

You live for no one.

Success requires consistency. –

I believe in power of effort and regularity.

Peace of mind is valuable. –

Do not disable,

This is the main line.

August: Poem

 

August

August is summer’s golden goodbye.

People say that August is the Sunday of summer.

It is a bridge between summer and autumn.

August foresees how year has been and how the year will end.

August is a bright late summer to stretch time and soften the place.

Summertime is melting away.

 

I welcome August with open heart and open mind.

I trust enough in the universe to bring environmental clarity.

My body will feel like home again, a little bit familiar but also renovated.

August, cheers to the new adventure with you!

Tomshinsky@2026

Pressed Flowers: Essay

 

Pressed Flowers

Pressed flowers have been used to preserve memories for hundreds of years. People once tucked blooms into letters, journals, and family Bibles to remember weddings, loved ones and special moments. That is the one reason I love combining wildflowers with vintage decor. They both remind us that beautiful things deserve to be preserved.

I love creating pressed flower art, but what means the most to me is the message behind each piece. If my art can encourage someone to slow down, hope, smile, or simply feel a little less alone, then it's doing exactly what I hoped it would. In my own little way, I want to create pieces that inspire and remind people that it is okay to rest, to heal, and to keep believing in brighter days.

Pressed flowers, soft fairy lights, and a little creativity turned an ordinary jar into a magical lantern that brings warmth to any space. Nature has a beautiful way of creating the most delicate decorations.

Create beautiful nature suncatchers using sticky contact paper, pressed flowers, leaves, and petals collected on a summer walk. Simply arranged treasures between two sheets of contact paper, trimmed them into circles, and hung them in a sunny window or between tree branches to catch the light, remind of the past summertime.

Sometimes powerful words in rhymes create lyrics like pressed flowers to preserve memories to remember the occasion. Tomshinsky@2026