Sunday, January 01, 2017

Poem for New Year's, Hanover, Hanukkah

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


Happy New Year! We spent the last day of 2016 in Pennsylvania with Paul's parents, with whom we went out for lunch at the Hibachi Buffet Grill, then went to see the horses at Hanover Shoe Farms (no foals, but the adults were out enjoying the grass) plus we watched the beginning of the Peach Bowl.

We came home to pick up Maddy, who had to work all day, and had fondue for dinner in honor of the last night of Chanukah, for which Christine came over too. We watched Mr. Plinkett's Phantom Menace review and Finding Dory, and now Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve!

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