I think of the snow that covers the graves at Arlington.

It covers the grounds and the crosses 

And property line.

It makes all Virginia a graveyard,

And covers my heart with vinegar,

Paper, and twine.

I'm bound up in the deaths and lives and stories,

The histories of my family line.

My broken heart is bound together 

With vinegar, paper, and twine.

Tonight when the snow quits falling

Like manna on preparation day,

I'll go pick frozen flowers to put

On your headstone on Veteran's Day.

Then I'll pick some frozen roses

And go and put them on mine,

And bind my frozen heart up

Again

With vinegar, paper, and twine.

-jenn