As you continue to adjust to the realities and promises of the new year, enjoy this poem by W. S. Merwin:

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

Here we are in 2025, with our age and knowledge, such as they are, and our hopes, such as they are, with everything again before us untouched and still possible. 

May this new year bring you peace.