snow snow snow

my sister came in from the tundra
murmuring a man's name & smiling at Death.
we laid her by the fire. My father cut
off her frozen boots
but
she wandered far in her mind.
A clear coldness was in her face.
My mother did not cry.
The eagle must fly or must fall - such is the way of it!
I have never seen my sister so beautiful
or so strange. Her blue eyes showed a winding path
through the heart of another,
& lostness.
she had lost the path & could not track it through the winter snow.

I do not think my brothers understand
why ice crystals remain all over me -
and I do not walk with them
over the tundra.