Love Springs in Yosemite

 The smell of thawing pine tree detritus,                              
soggy from melting snow, perfumes the air                       
rogue streams of snowmelt spill across granite,               
collect in pools, and yield blooms from flowers;                             
snowplants, leopard lilies, lupine, blue dicks                     
released from their protective snow cover                        
so too does her heart emerge from slumber’s                  
healing hibernation after hardship.                                     
The warm sunlight begets new life, new love                    
her heart has aroused like this wilderness                         
free again to explore with wanderlust.                               
Vertical cliffs of granite blush under                                    
the gaze of the setting sun where the lovers                                   
meet and kiss as sunset turns to dusk.