The color of Michigan.
A house out in the country,
Not a neighborhood, only the county road.
And all the houses surrounded by corn fields.
The green, green, green of the corn stalks
And tall grass around our house.
How blue the sky is when there’s nothing but cornfields to contrast it.
How white the snow is when it piles three feet.
Leveling the porch with the outdoors.
And you stay out to play for hours and hours in the white clouds.
Even if the cold is biting off your nose.
Colors and cold. That’s what I remember.