In Memories Retrieving – Sonnet

I walked through the wasteland of frosty field To find only a silvery rose of cold Its buds where many and some were still sealed And thorns of its rime where still icy to hold The tangling realms of winter's dark blue sky Are now in those footsteps of a year leaving They will soon walk the snow on to their goodbye With our hearts in memories retrieving This beautiful morning of copper-red daybreak Shall move on in time and there be neglected And another year born in to its new wake That no one before has liven or inspected Their rises and loss in vineyards or flurries Along with old forgotten years and worries