Hubris, with caveat

Low, the winter sun crosses the sky
At highest noon, I greet him eye to eye
Almost

Dandelion

Down drifts up
light as a dream
released by a breath

it floats from sight
to set new roots,
to bloom again
and send out seeds
on another wind.

Gravity can’t hold
a spirit freed
nor roots restrain
a hope in bloom.
The smallest breath
with words said clear
sets loose the tether
that held me here.

Dale Walker is a poet from North Carolina.

You can find more of Dale’s work here on Ink Pantry.