Sonnet 2, Asleep is Dark Earth

Asleep is dark earth before coming spring
Under a helmet of a white frosty song,
The brow of waking is still quite long
Before forest birds again will here sing;
Songs to summer and colors forward bring
To a night which has thread through the drong,
For now into light the day's coming strong
From under its blue collar winter's wing.

Ah sleepy thoughts and hanging northern stars:
All wonderful into their memory's flight,
Of yesterdays gone once more to the mist;
Not showing off their ridden lifelong scars,
Nor what was once for them of wrong or right
When they too were threading life's turning twist.