To Stay in the Season of Snow

To stay in the season of snow
I chose by the sun’s array
As walking in dreams
Of memory below
The trees in silent decay

I sang beneath the bone fingered bough
And sat in a chardonnay flame
Of withering grass and a wintry show
Forgetful of all
But her name

I regret to have erred
In the falling of leaves
And to ending the masquerade
By lighting the tinder
The unknowing perceive
As a wounding
And life delayed

Oh pain
The lie
Of perfect man
That beauty begs to need
And still I crave that perfect hand
That mine
My love
Has freed