Winter Season Pause
Winter season is not coming to an end.
Moreover, a quite time before
The new beginnings
And new meanings.
It is a pause before spring.
It is a time when warm tea
Stays longer.
It is not the season ending.
It is time of reflection, peace,
And gratitude for finding out
When birds sing after the snowstorm,
People feel thrilled
That whatever sunlight remains
Feels delighted.
Tomshinsky@2025
Suspended Leaf: Poem
Autumn leaf suspended
On the spider tread
Seen recently.
Joro Spider with leaf suspended
In the web, conveniently
Seen few days ago.
It will not grow
Again, until spring
Like the farm farrow
Left few days ago
To develop and grow
Until spring.
Suspended leaf reminds
That sometimes we lose.
Other times, we gain to rise.
Tomshinsky@2025
Bravery
Never underestimate
The beauty of the sunrise.
The new morning is a surprise.
The new day will be wise.
Be careful what you state.
Everybody has a full plate.
Let the past go and wait.
Future captures the essence
Of being present,
With substance.
Do not be absent!
Pick up the phone first.
Tell the truth, reverse
Or laugh with tears,
Without any fears.
Brave is brave.
Tomshinsky@2025
Train Station: Poem
I.
Ordinary train stations –
Tickets and schedules
To any routes and destinations.
People who choose
A railway train station
Has a nostalgic description.
II.
Here she stands
To say last goodbyes.
Her eyes are focused on large clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time always flies.
She will be alone
Waiting for a call-phone
For a letter written to home.
She does not say a word,
O’ Lord!
She knows to be alone,
Could be an unknown.
But the mind does not go along.
Her thoughts belong
To the century old train station:
People who go and people who stay.
People who wave
And people who move on.
III.
The last word spoken.
The final strong snug-hug,
And air kisses exchanged in the air.
Memories will hunt
The train station in the dream.
Perhaps it was a tear or few
But both me and you
Are strong like a folklore song.
The lifelong melody is in the backbone
In the arms of the old home
Where you had been born.
Tomshinsky@2025
Two: Poem
Two means a few,
A couple, an equivalent
Of the sum of two ones
Like two socks.
Two always a few
Like a duplicate
Of two identical ones,
Like two matching hearts.
Two is a pair
Of two twinned pears.
Two is a coordinated number
A symbol of two people
Or things like a couple that is outnumber.
Two may be separated
Into parts and halves
Like two matching gloves.
When you put together two hearts,
You reach out to obvious conclusion
Those two stands for love.
Number two in various contests
Recognized like a single number
In arithmetic to cultural idioms.
Number two is a minimum for counting –
We have two colorful mittens,
And two adorable kittens.
I have two hands,
A left and a right,
To hold and to work.
Two mittens, two gloves,
And two people who someone loves.
Sometimes on becomes two
And we forget how to be alone,
Drifted apart
At a dark night.
Tomshinsky@2025
“Ber” Months
September is early Fall.
Bright October is stunning for all.
November is an old sister and cold.
December days dressed in winter attire,
Which we admire
Ay home with ember of fire
To keep us warm.
“Ber” months come in various form.
Days are shorter
And I keep my quarter
For good luck
To save a buck.
November never comes in two.
We play with clocks
And move the time
Like dirty socks.
People make rules –
Some we need as tools,
Others are for the fools.
December is different from November.
In December, we try to remember
The past calendar year.
Cold December sparks fire’s embarrassment
Without regrets and fairness
Because the new calendar year
Is at the door.
There are new plans, better than before.
Tomshinsky@2025
No Rewinds
Life is too short.
Time is too fast.
No rewinds,
And there are no refunds.
So, I live and love.
Enjoy every moment
As it comes:
Pastels of springs,
Beautiful green realism of summers,
Golden brightness of fall,
And purity of white
On the magical winter ride.
Something burning
Inside me
Like an agony
To carry on an untold story.
It better would not be boring,
Just write and get glory.
Life is too short.
Time is too fast.
Tomshinsky@2025
