Favorite
Season
My favorite season
When all mosquitoes
Are dead.
Put your light jackets
And carry on.
Meantime, spiders and snakes
Are not dead,
Just sleep and hibernate.
They are not dead.
They will be back.
Bugs and humidity
Are gone,
Just remember with dignity –
They never disappear
Forever.
My favorite season
When yellow flowers
Or rabbit brush turns
In a lovely shadow
Of dignity dirty crimson.
Tomshinsky@2026
She, He, and Time
She was distracted by birds,
And comforted by trees!
She was fascinated by moon
And happy like a fool
In the great outdoors.
You may ask, “What for?” –
I answer, “In many forms.” –
“I hope you know
How brave and wonderful,
Important and beautiful
You always are,
Even on the days
You do not feel like it,
I want to send you a retreat!”
Her heart thought what if
He stays with me through every season
As time forgets
That we were strangers once.
Tomshinsky@2026
