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 thumbtacks,

Coming down like lint

And it made me 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 coatracks,

Spread like broken umbrellas

And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos,

Ruddy faces, muddy shoes,

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