Yosemite Morning


Here in this valley, 

Where earth reveals its inner self, its bones,

Sun breaks over walls a thousand feet above

Lights forest floor, blues the spaces in around the pines

Throws shadows to echo and to etch

The redwoods’ barky texture and terrain

A river floods, plays diamonds with the light

Two floating mallards catch my eye, 

and startled, launch off toward the sky.


Some souls I love, not feeling the spirit of this place

I would spend a lifetime with them,

capture it in crafted word and art

and not exhaust our passions, 

or its potential to amaze.

 © Philip Knight 2018