In The Last

When the last of the leaves have fallen
and delicate seeds fall from the sky
—for future growth--
the breeze will stir us,
to urge us
to walk on
to the path
that has no name.

The terrain may look familiar
to what has been before,
but there is always something wild to see,
to cherish
and to assure

that life can be so different
to those who look to their heart
that is ever-opening
to the light
through which we see

the way that lies before us
even as the sun goes out
for there upon our crown we see
a light 
that shines so bright.

So, in the last
—when all else has fallen--
it is to that light that we must turn,
that will remain,
that will prevail,
and will be forever more.