As each sweet moment hands me to the next

April caries me forward
On the trickling distances between the moments
The silent pause between the April Autumn showers
The sky seems wary, eying me benevolently
I am only one of many
So many
The tiny speck of human depth and wonder
Overshadowed everyday as it should be
In this galaxy of forced humanity
The tiny star of me,
a mote between the massive stellar bodies
and the billion, billion infinite bright
other lights.
Still, none is less than any other
when the distances closes down
I can warm you
I warm a few in my small constellation
The central heart sun to children of my hearth

My footsteps and my deeds
are not resounding in the greater universe
but they have lead a few to brighter days
and they have worn a trail
across great mountains
the searing heat of deserts
and fields of flowered beauty
forests meandering through valleys
and spilling my small astral self
on beaches wild and tearing
so divine my light became a sun
aching brightly to glow into their beauty
April winds me from it’s burgundy bright leaves
Gentle mellow coming of cold
Surrendering the Summer carefree green
Into the cold of Winter
And in turn,
as each sweet moment hands me to the next
the Winter will recede
to Spring’s tendril delicate displays
and thus the Summer’s rich embrace
with freedom beaming on my face