Rain like springs and changing things
Cold as silver, white as sheets
Or at least I think
They're sort of haze
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
Isn't really sky
Light and noise and bees and boys
Bare as coat racks
I remember trees
And ice like vinyl on the streets
I remember sky
And days
Spread like broken umbrellas
And at times I think I would gladly die
I remember leaves
I remember days
When the wind would blow
Coming down like lint
And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos
Or at least I try
Green as spearmint, crisp as paper
And it made you squint
Soft as feathers, sharp as thumb tacks
And the bluest ink
Like leaves
But as years go by
I remember snow
