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 nights 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
 Sky, sky, sky