American poet W.S. Merwin penned this simple observation on the quiet and almost unnoticed arrival of a new year. The breaking light of morning may seem no different than any other dawn, yet the symbolism of a new year beckons us with an ethereal sense of hope. This new year, pershaps more than any other of recent memory, cries out for the solace of hope. The hope before us is untouched, as the poet notes, and it is still possible.
To the New Year
by W.S. Merwin