A Field Of Snow Without A Single Footprint

Happy New Year!  

For many years now, I've sent out a New Year's card (as I'm generally late getting started on the Christmas cards) and I always include a poem.  I love to sort through my poetry books to find just the right one.  This year, I give you Dana Gioia's poem fittingly called "New Year's."

New Year's

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.

Eternity has festivals enough.

This is the feast of our mortality,

The most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time,

Pretending that we live the present moment.

But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,

This tiny fissure where the future drips

Into the past, this flyspeck we call now

Be our true habitat? The present is

The leaky palm of water that we skim

From the swift, silent river slipping by.

The new year always brings us what we want

Simply by bringing us along—to see

A calendar with every day uncrossed,

A field of snow without a single footprint.

                               ~ Dana Gioia


  1. we loved your card and i've been keeping the poem in my planner! xx

  2. So happy you got it Jessica! We loved your video and watched it with Cindy and Raphaele!