The Spring Story
I.
The first blooms of spring
Make my heart sing.
I need spring to feel
The way people need coffee
When the green of any tree
Dominates my heart to sing.
II.
If comfort grows behind the benches,
It would be clusters of lilac branches.
Satisfaction is not about speed
But about direction
And yardwork persistence.
I learn that humans who garden
Remain unseen.
They bring warms and smiles
To places they touched.
III.
Is it enough? –
Not always. What should I do? –
To be persistent,
I must live with the brand
I planted.
It is the right place to be.
Spring delights to feed and feel
My bare feet.
The wind plays along
With my hair too long.
Tomshinsky@2026
