Sonnet 146, Spring Tangles... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Spring tangles in the winter's morrows new songs,
The edge from the singing is from their sleep;
Thoughts from the past in my longings prolongs,
Holding them in distance - visions, some to keep.
I know not what centered in trance of existence,
Or what possessed me in thinking and then sharing;
Audible singing - like mist in the clearance,
Woken from the dark - twice now as daring.
Sleephood oh wake now from mouth of the dun,
So there may prance green colours - unborn still;
Let cold footsteps to the past be driven,
Hopeful sunrise - not spin as the windmill.
Lucid dayglow in cocoon of the night,
Fresh you must start to take the summer flight.