Last Leaf

December today, and by the side of the house,
there is one final fluttering leaf on the Maple tree.
All the others have surrendered and fallen,
creating a path of blended red and gold at my feet.
The closer I move towards this last remaining leaf,
the more I realize it very well could be the answer
to everything, all the troubling doubt and despair
that keep us fearful and reluctant to shine and love
as if there is really no other worthy option, but just
to love all of it, because it is dying, we are dying,
and yet it’s such a beautiful thing, to linger
one more day in the sunlight, even though it is
colder now, and the sun is moving further away.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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