Forecast
Fear cannot exist
When heart is filled with love.
I insist,
If birds are messengers
Of peace and smiles,
Cannot imagine life and love
Without birds and birdsongs.
Showers of smiles are sent today.
May the stress of the day
Washed away
Not be afraid.
Promises of peace and love
Surround.
Trust the prophecy forecast
And believe the writer.
Fear cannot exist
When you are a fighter.
Tomshinsky@2026
Exit
Strategy
Summer contemplates
An exit strategy.
Next time around
Will be another time
At the same places.
Think deeply about
Pros and cons of something cool
Perhaps of some kind tool
Like blood artery,
Arm therapy,
And vision of Fall imagery.
Say bye to the summer heat.
Greetings to the autumn scent.
Summer contemplates.
Autumn keeps full harvest plates.
Tomshinsky@2026
Just a
Leaf
One leaf is so small.
This leaf is yellow in the fall.
One leaf separated from the tree
To be free.
The leaf is on the ground, very low.
The leaf moved me to tears.
The leaf has raindrops
And wet tears pop
Like tender raindrops.
The yellow leaf is my orange
Juice for the ear
To escape fair. –
What am I afraid of? –
To be on the ground, very low
Like this lonely yellow leaf.
Alone, with raindrops
And wet tears pop.
Minimalism is realism,
A visual expression
Of hypersensitive primitivism.
Environmental tenancy
And extraordinary tendency.
The yellow leaf was removed
Of normal auditory cortex.
A new context created.
Just one leaf
Has the high tended power
Of my complex fantasy
And yellow leaf imagery.
Tomshinsky@2026
At the
Feeder
Every forest we bring back
Cools the land
And protects the water
To build tomorrow better.
I watched how birds bow
And throw
A tantrum at the feeder.
Tufted titmouse is sweet and feisty.
The chirping sparrow
Was bold brave,
And full of sparks
With an attitude of the hawks.
Morning dove kept the bill in the water
Like using a straw
With suction-like drinking method.
There are backyard secrets
Kept in floppy feathers –
Because clean water matters.
Tomshinsky@2026
Some Memories
I.
Some memories
Never leave your bones.
Like the salt in the sea
They become a part of you
And you carry them in a shoe.
Memories walk with you
And come out of the hue.
Memories create new
Poems to tell new
Stories for you.
II.
Memories are on my mind
When I try to find
A context spark
That will leave a mark
In the new book
That has my look
On life, my thoughts and feelings
Stitched from memories
From me to you, out of the blue.
Tomshinsky@2026
Southern
Elegance
Let us have a glance
At the southern elegance.
You cannot buy the quality
Of being graceful and stylish
Both in manners and appearance.
A slender woman with grace and elegance
Is pleasingly ingenious.
Let us say, she is simple, not luxurious.
Southern elegance
Has the warmth of the daylight glance
And the wind and ocean dance.
Sothern elegance is a refined grace.
Elegancy is a feminine intelligence –
Attractive in appearance
Appealing in expression of voice,
Finding joy as a choice!
Tomshinsky@2026
Eyebrows Dance
I.
The wind joins the playful breeze.
Her feet are dancing
At the music at the trees.
No pause. No stop.
No final bow.
She is stepping in the glow.
II.
Age is a context. –
Amazing grace
Is not a race. –
Limitations are not
Excuses of destruction
Of making me laugh so hard.
You do not notice till later
The happy smile became
The sole consolidation. –
The eyebrows
Support the music flow.
IT
It.
It is
What it is, -
Said Miss T,
Beautifully dissected IT
As her own platform
In a new normal.
There is not any formality,
Just simple identity.
She applicates scenes of nature,
Enjoys music and books adventure,
And references to history.
Pride of accomplishment story.
Totally educated and confident
Has access to meaning of life
When she offers her hand of five.
It is
What it is, -
Well said.
Tomshinsky@2026
Luxurious
The older I get
The more luxurious this feels –
An unhurried morning,
Fresh coffee,
And nothing louder than birds.
I am thankful,
I am grateful.
I just send you
A hug in my thoughts.
I hope you felt it! –
You sent one back
And squeezed very hard.
There are always hugs and prayers
For protection and safety to bear
As a way of healing to wear
A warm overflow
Of luxurious kisses
To say you are loved.
I am thankful.
I am grateful,
And blessed.
Tomshinsky@2026
Vixen Diary
Little Fox, Little Fox,
Where do you go
Through the grass, soft and slow
In the beautiful orange tux?
Little Fox, Little Fox,
In the orange tux, -
I am invited to a fiesta.
There is some trifecta
When you go soft and slow
Always flow. –
Little Fox did not want to blow
Her destination
Because she got an invitation.
Little Fox had dreams
And wanted to learn to fly.
She said, “I would never lie!
I am almost at the barn
At the isolated farm,
And there is some sweet chicken
On the menu card.
As usual the coolest Little Fox
Was stalking Rabbits
As her hungry habits.
The adorable Vixen
Emerged from the den.
Every Little Fox fairytale
Has an orange fluffy tail.
The wild foxy animal
Did lost the curious expression
Of natural fascination
Exploring peaceful woodland
And wandering through the meadow.
Little Fox trusted the process
That daylight will come
Even the world was still dark.
Meantime, the dogs did not bark.
Nature provided law and order.
The Chicken lost the juicy shoulder,
Only feathers covered the backroad.
Universe deploys moments of chance.
The tale teaches to enhance
Awareness of choices and chance
Because the sun never forgets to rise,
And daylight will come.
Tomshinsky@2026
Morning
Walk
To be refreshed
By a morning walk
You do not need to talk.
Be elated over bird
Or autumn golden gift.
Somewhere people are running
Hurrying,
And you are just happy.
You dance in the rain,
Standing in the pond.
Driving rain created a bound
Stronger than the wind.
Sometimes, we do not need a wing,
Just my hoody in pink.
Tomshinsky@2026
Hello September!
Hello September!
He said, “I love your amber,
And leaves of multicolor.”
She blushed and answered, -
“I am full of wind
And caprese, not stable
Like any other September.” –
“I am at the door,” –
He replied: “What are you up for?”
He always had a temper
Transitioning from summer calendar
To autumn September.
Dandelion starts
As a yellow sun
And disperses into tiny stars.
There are always more than one
Different points of view.
September whispered, “Here are a few.” –
One said that rain is medicine for heart
And liberation of self-expression art.
For others, rain has too much water,
And human feelings are lies
Made of the summer’s heat files.
“Hello September,
I am at the door.” –
Wishing you prosperity
And success,
Health and happiness.
Perfect time to think ahead.
Tomshinsky@2026
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
