Winter in the sky

Pressed between two worlds:
a barren snowy landscape
of winter-white hills and plains,
clouds smoothed from the compression
of heaven and hell. Sky and earth.

If the window would just open
she would fling herself from the wing
land in a snow bank, petal-soft and cold;
she would gather up armfuls of white
and toss snowballs back at the windows
where white faces press against
the glass portholes in wonder.