and our hopes such as they are.

Hey, it’s the end of January and it’s been pretty cold and I thought we might need a reminder that this is a new year full of promise. Even if it feels like it is just full of snow.

“To the New Year” by W. S. Merwin

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

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