It takes me awhile, in other words, to catch up with time.
So today I'm sharing a Merwin favorite. I especially love the last three lines:
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible
We lost this marvelous poet in 2019. He was 91. Read more about him here and here.
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
(Read the whole thing here, at The Poetry Foundation.)