Muriel Ciolkowska: Snow

“THIS night my body is an offering—
I am carried to you.
Years I was near you
And you were far.
But tonight of all nights
Was not the night
To be parted.

I would fain go forth
And seek you,
And sink down by you,
As the flakes falling outside
Sink into the cushioned ground.

And that which is me
Is also a field
Glowing and boundless.”