Posted by on Jan 1, 2024 | 12 comments

And new toys! Thank you, aunty Lynne. I’m played out! Where’s the egg nog…

Bonne année to everyone. Mama read me this poem by her favorite poet and felt it was perfect for ringing in 2024.

A year of possibles. And hope.

To the New Year

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

–W.S. Merwin, from Present Company (2005, Copper Canyon Press), used by permission of the publishers. Copyright © 2005 by W. S. Merwin.