One Early
Morning
Breathing anxiously while walking.
Watching the sunrise and feeling
The breeze of air on my skin.
This is about me. –
“How have you been?”
Times like this are quietest,
And safeties.
It is not about time killing.
It is about living and breathing,
One early morning,
By watching the sunrise while walking.
Tomshinsky@2026
George and Martha
George and Martha have a quiet moment
For a little pine-tree romance.
Side-by-side perched
Among the pine-tree branches
These two share some affection
Of being flying birds.
George and Martha took a break
Of serious business
Of mutual grooming
And reinforced the close bound
Martha has soft feathers and heart.
George protects their love.
Tomshinsky@2026
Bird Notes
Headwind
v. Tailwind
The Soul is a sail.
The wind is life.
Unfortunately, the wind on the road
Is always a headwind.
The soul loves heart-shaped decorations
That touches women’s form
And the content of men’s norm.
Slow down, breath,
And let your day unfold
Beautifully, when on the road.
The headwind blows directly in front.
It feels like you ride
A bike underwater
But you will succeed.
Obstacles and challenges are not odd.
Businessman knows,
Growth of progress propel
Like a tailwind’s dwell
That will keep you well.
Tomshinsky@2026
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
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
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
