Sonnet Xiv
Another year has come; the old one past,
its stored memories gathered in like grain
into the heart's treasury. Let no bane
there enter to destroy. Again thou hast
protected me against the fearful blast
of winter's barren cold and bitter rain,
a coat you gave to me of love unfeigned;
a shield against the stormy surges, vast;
a cloak to wrap around your turtle dove,
like Hannah brought to Samuel each year
in celebration of the birth of love,
the promise of Jehovah held most dear
to her whose prayer prompted heaven above:
thus covered, I embrace another year.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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