I Remember

I remember sky

It was blue as ink

Or at least I think

I remember sky

I remember snow

Soft as feathers

Sharp as thumb tacks

Coming down like lint

And it made you squint

When the wind would blow

And ice like vinyl on the streets

Cold as silver, white as sheets

Rain like strings

And changing things like leaves

I remember leaves

Green as spearmint

Crisp as paper

I remember trees

Bare as coat racks

Spread like broken umbrellas

And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos

Ruddy faces, muddy shoes

And light and noise

And bees and boys and days

I remember days

Or at least I try

But as years go by

They're a sort of haze

And the bluest ink

Isn't really sky

And at times I think

I would gladly die

For a day of sky