Vixen Diary: Poem

 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 tail teaches to enhance

Awareness of choices and chance

Because the sun never forgets to rise,

And daylight will come.

Tomshinsky@2026

Morning Walk: Poem

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! Poem

 

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: Poem

 

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: Poem

 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

When Time is Right: Poem

 When Time is Right

Real beauty never fades

There are no school grades.

Soul makes a person beautiful.

Mind helps to stay powerful.

What gives you energy? –

Birds fly high,

Sun in the sky,

Breese drifting by.

It is a new down

And a new day on the ground.

I am feeling good.

What about your dreams?

They are waying to be harvested

In the morning field

When time is right.

Tomshinsky@2026

Eager: Poem

 

Eager

The sun is sleeping in

This morning, as I was keen.

The sun just now is picking,

Over the covers,

To greet the new day.

Breakfast with an ocean view

Is coming, and this is true.

Imagination just found you

Like a true friend helps

To find your wings. –

I write on paper with ink.

I know that I am not a machine.

Human soul needs

Imagination and connection,

Drafter, laughter, and expression.

I try to create soul medicine.

Enjoy the journey,

Trust the process

When keep moving forward.

On this note,

I will introduce you to a version

Of myself, you did not meet yet.

Educated, confident, and stubborn –

Made and born

In twentieth century,

Look on life with joy of the journey

And keep moving forward.

Eager to keep the promised word.

Tomshinsky@2026

Birds of the Wetland: Poem

 

Birds of the Wetland

In the wet grasslands

The battle to eat and feed never ends.

The are stunning feathered birds on the trees –

They have to feed the hungry chicks.

Classic side view –

A bird has his way with an apple snail.

An apple snail a day

Or couple hundred keep the munchies at bay.

Summer pounds rich with seafoods.

Birds do not need any boots.

Here is a juvenile night Heron

That entertains like an adult baron.

Sky got traffic

As Osprey on the hunt

Got a fish from the mud.

Bold Eagle spotted a fat catch.

Smart Egret finds shade

On a very hot afternoon.

The tall grass is very cool.

Slender, elegant blue Heron

Isolated to fly

In the pure blue sky.

The Wood Duck in colorful feathers

Has the vibrant breeding look eclipses.

Fantastic capture

Of my adventure

Left stunning water reflection

And my deep appreciation.

Rosie, the spoonbill, is a special bird

With a flat, spoon-shaped bill

To feed the meal.

The delicate pink with bright reds

Come with aerodynamic legs,

Unmistakable fabulous

And monogamous.

Spoonbill showing the impressive wingspan

Marching by in the swamp.

Tomshinsky@2026

Crazy Woman: Poem

 Crazy Woman

He said, I met a woman

Absolutely crazy.

I met a woman

Very careful and kind.

She is busy and jazzy.

She is cheesy and crazy

Like a blue daisy.

The reader thought

That being both crazy and self-aware

Is wild and insane.

People say every crazy girl

Is a sweet woman,

With flame in vain.

Softness and kindness

Are promises

That steers imagination

Of deepest part of the soul inspiration.

Where is life, there is hope.

Crazy means intense,

Entertaining, lucid, or not.

Crazy woman thinks she can fly.

She writes poetry to try.

From woman like that,

It is difficult to come back.

She is soft like a kitten,

Passioned and fit like a mitten.

Tomshinsky@2026

Silver Fox: Poem

Silver Fox

Occasionally,

Once for the file,

O’ mine, what a while!

Nature puts something special.

Silver Fox, as a fact,

Is a rare sight to react.

Silver Fox is a darker variation

Of the Red Fox domination.

Two different looks –

One species in the same woods.

Stay curious. Stay wild for a while.

Once for the file,

Encounters with nature feel special.

Metallic colors morphs

Into dramatic coats

Of smoky blacks

And silver-tipped grays.

Tomshinsky@2026

Blessed: Poem

 

Blessed

I.

Bless this and that.

Blessed to live another day.

Blessed to celebrate life.

Blessed to recognize and trust.

Is it a testament, or a little quest?

Could the rain be a blessed relief

From the summertime heat?

I see a colorful rainbow at the end.

Blessed in quite peace

And freedom last weekend.

Blessed of memory of love

Like a free fly of mourning dove

In few hours in good shape

Perhaps from reality to escape.

Bless to shine in own light

Trying to survive the fight.

II.

Blessed to have a peaceful heart,

A grateful soul,

And someone who makes life

Feel a litter warmer.

There are moments that pass

In tenderness,

Longing for happiness.

What is a heart-warming story? –

Friendship, kindness,

And the biggest adventures

Matters

Like life lessons.

Tomshinsky@2026

Home Is Where the Heart Remembers: Poem

 Home Is Where the Heart Remembers 

Home is more than walls and doors;

It’s the memories living in our hearts. 

It’s laughter shared, the quiet moments, 

And the people who leave lasting marks. 

Sometimes home feels empty and still, 

When someone we love is no longer there. 

But love doesn’t disappear with distance 

It remains in every room we once shared. 

A new chapter may feel unfamiliar, 

Yet every beginning carries a chance. 

To rebuild with hope, peace, and courage, 

And let the heart learn a different dance. 

So may your home always hold warmth, 

May your memories bring gentle smiles, 

And may tomorrow bring you reasons 

To believe the journey is worthwhile. 

Because sometimes “home” is not a place 

It’s the feeling of being understood, 

And finding someone who listens with care

And makes an ordinary day feel good. 

Robert Seth

Horizon: Poem

 Horizon

There are no two of the same horizons

A calm healing space

Brings emotional wellness

And emotional selfcare

To forget the fear.

The tree stands where stood before.

Therefore,

The fog was an illusion

And the wind offered a solution.

Single flock of birds

Was on the way to a destination

To rest and eat,

And beat the daily heat

At a cool, safe place.

I looked at the horizon

To face the sundown

And beautiful clouds’ zone,

Inhaling ozone.

Tomshinsky@2026

Invincible: Poem

 Invincible

Invincible smile

Better than hate.

Invincible calm

Better than chaos.

Invincible summer

Better than cold winter.

Never defeated –

Always overcome and conquered!

Physical integrity

Better than competitive superiority –

A winner would say.

Tomshinsky@2026

Surgeon Moon: Poem

Surgeon Moon

Surgeon Moon appears this week.

Consider it a love letter from universe.

Nature creates the verse.

It takes two to know one.

Surgeon Moon is fun.

Ancient rhythm moves tides.

Modern times teach careful rides.

Something bigger overseas

Brings gratitude and respect

For nature’s gift that comes next.

August is strange, in between.

Summer holds on to transit and win.

Surgeon Moon this week coexists,

And I feel soil beneath my feet.

Tomshinsky@2026

Forest: Poem

 

Forest

Forest grounds and balances,

Connects and stabilizes.

Forest heals and is warm.

It illuminates worries and stress.

Also, it always clears the path.

Nature knows a way

To bring us to normal ourselves.

I walk among the trees

As my mind and soul asked to be free.

I listened to inner self

And became nature’s elf.

Romantic encounters

With roadside flowers

Made my heart soft and kind.

Nature gives the truly magical

Of lost and found

In the forest, in summertime,

Which is my primetime.

Tomshinsky@2026

A Smile for You: Poem

 A Smile for You 

If smiles could travel through the air,

I’d send you one with extra care.

A little sunshine, soft and bright,

To make your morning feel just right. 

You write with passion, dream, and grace, 

And leave a little sparkle in each place. 

Your poems may wander, twist, and play, 

But somehow, they brighten someone’s day. 

So, keep your coffee warm and sweet, 

Keep dancing to your favorite beat. 

Keep writing stories from your heart, 

Because your imagination is a work of art. 

And if today feels quiet or blue, 

Remember there’s a smile meant for you. 

Not wrapped in ribbons, not dressed in gold 

Just a simple smile from a friend who’s glad you told. 

RS, 2026

I am a Dragon: Poem

I am a Dragon

I.

I am a Dragon

Who does not care about Gold.

It never gets old.

I hoard beautiful memories

To comfort the understanding glories.

II.

I am a Dragon

With a little time,

An honest heart,

And loyalty that won’t depart.

Tomshinsky@2026

What Truly Matters: Poem

 

What Truly Matters

No riches can compare

To a heart that truly cares.

Not diamonds, cars, or things,

But understanding the comfort brings.

A little time, an honest heart,

Loyalty that won’t depart.

To listen, respect, and simply be

That’s what makes love feel truly free.

The greatest gift we ever find

Is someone genuine, patient, and kind.

RS, 2026

Beautifully Different: Poem Review

 

Beautifully Different
If weird means seeing what others miss,

Then perhaps there’s beauty hidden in this.

An empty bench beneath the moon,

Can hold a thousand memories too soon.

Some call it lonely, some call it strange,

But hearts like yours see life in a different range.

You notice the silence, the spaces, the light,

And turn quiet moments into something bright.

Maybe being different isn’t a flaw,

It’s simply seeing what others never saw.

Every memory, every tear, every place,

Becomes another chapter written with grace.

So, keep your benches, your poems, your dreams,

Keep listening closely to life’s quiet streams.

Because what seems strange to someone passing through

May be a beautiful part of what makes you, you.

(RS, 2026)