Epilogue Time P.O.M. June 2026

Epilogue Time My garden like me Is showing it’s age Now Nature herself Has turned over my page Why look to the future That will not be mine I prefer to dwell In my epilogue time Reflecting on glories And ignoring defeats Especially those moments When I became weak...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...