Yosemite

Yosemite - valley or up high
I put my anchor in you
And navigate my life by your sky.
The air I breathe here--
Crisp, smoky, or mist,
pulses of great mountains
as far away as Tibet.
Every visit I am a changing season
My knees...a bit more sore
My sags...a bit more sag
And Yosemite your currents still flow
your falls still fall,
Half Dome glows lavender and gold
And your shadows will stretch across this place
long after mine have faded away.