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Month: August 2025

Train on Time

stopped

at the tracks

your mind blinks back

and it’s just like that

time is a train

that can’t turn

around

and go back

it can only go forward

the line is too long

and too heavy

connected cargo

from end-to-end

on its way out

of town

how many trips

did it take

how much loading

and unloading

at the dock

how many places

it’s been

and gone

through

all the seasons

of change

how much rain

and ice

heat and wind

how many sunrises

and sunsets

how many tunnels

and bridges

and blinking lights

how many eyes

watched it fly by

with a schedule

to keep

no matter what

the train must

arrive on time

to meet its

destination

TL

There in the Dark

There in the Dark

what do you

think about

before you sleep

is it worry

is it regret

is it the day

is it yesterday

is it tomorrow

is it death

is it life

is it what you said

is it what you didn’t say

is it what you wish you’d said

is it WHY

is it goodbye

is it joy

is it light

is it love

is it hope

is it loss

is it sorrow

is it peace

is it just

sleep

TL

There’s a Song

There’s a Song

the trees

are lit

with fireflies

as summer

folds

into fall

travel takes way

only distance and time

can say

geese appeared

on the green

strolling along

the cart path

dots of rain

on a monarch’s wing

brushed the water

a clear canvas

the picture could be

most anything

or nothing

but nothing

is something

for silence

can fill

the empty space

with sound

the baby bird

lived

on the edge

of endings

chirping along to jazz

looking up into potted leaves

before it fell

silent

never knowing trees

or seed

or a puddle bath

or soaring flights

on the break of day

but it knew

love

TL

Leanne Morgan

Perimenopause

Menopause

Mid-Life

Loss

Transition

Empty Nest

The Past

All at Once …

and ‘ya jest feel like

you’re in this storm

and the wind is jest whipping

this way and that away

and there you are

hanging on

by a thread

a spiderweb’s thread

wondering

how the L …

with her golden hair streaming

lit from within

a wonky wink in her eyes

she’ll size ‘ya up quick

and drawl in her trademark tongue

“it’s gonna be ok … whatever it is …

you’re gonna be ok …”

and then make ‘ya laugh

like you haven’t laughed

in who knows when

wow what a gift

the gift of understanding

for her

TL