Firefall in the cold mist of Ahwahnee

from an old tongue,

ahwahnee falls into a cold mist.

rising from this meadow

in the mouth of yosemite,

a dreamy blue majesty

of calm and collectiveness gathers.

fresh and lightly dusted half dome

commands the backdrop,

a rearview mirror completes the scene.

imagine the glow of summer hot embers

twilight mingling in cascades of firefall.

faintly hear the spirit echo lovers call.

lost in the warmth of winter’s hearth,

place names go forth, traditions go forth

from this dreamy blue cavity.

uzumati grizzlies and yosemite killers

rattle this mammoth majesty,

swallowed by the cold mist of ahwahnee.