Biscuits and Gravy: Poem

 

Biscuits and Gravy

A love my biscuit.

I love gravy

And my sweet smiling baby.

Sunday satisfaction

Is a comforting affection.

Sometimes, I like you more

Then pancakes

If you ask me, “What for?”

Personal connection

For morning breakfast together

Is a sentiment of a long-time tradition.

Let us eat biscuits and gravy

For extra charm,

Warmth, and home-cooked love

That never harm!

Tomshinsky@2026

Under Scorching August Sun: Poem

 

Under Scorching August Sun

I.

Under scorching August sun

Eagle opened the wings.

The majestic view from my place –

Spectacular fly,

High in the sky,

And he done

Ander scorching August sun.

II.

The whisper of weather

Perhaps said, “Spread every feather.

Let your brilliance resound

And freedom to unbound

When you fly

High in the sky.”

Eagle’s feathers flew wildly

Under scorching August sun.

Powerful bird’s flight is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Hummingbird Song: Poem

 

The Hummingbird Song

I.

Perched hummingbirds

Pass plants and shrubs,

Give out unconditional joy,

O’ Boy!

When hummingbirds leave,

The cold weather kicks.

Small, beautiful creatures

Come in small packages

As extraordinary masterpiece of nature’s

Small things

That has big meanings,

And steers big emotions.

II.

A tiny wingbeat,

A blooming flower,

A quiet morning –

Life’s smallest blessings

Are found in smallest moments.

I treasure the quiet morning,

And the petty things that come along

Like my coffee to warm and belong.

My heart is light,

When the sun is bright,

And the day filled,

With hummingbird’s song.

Delicate feathers, curious expression

Packed in the small bird

With large elephants like brain

That remembers every face and the flower,

Like a small flying computer

With perfect scheduling apps.

III.

For hummingbirds, my garden is a map,

Every flower is a stop,

And every feeder is a common destination.

Every touch of hummingbird

Has an extraordinary touch

That means so much,

Of my appreciation and admiration.

Tomshinsky@2026

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.