City Hues

The breeze softly moved through the blue
Into the forest, into the sea
At the foot of a mountain so high
With the pine trees and cliffs
Telling stories on the way up
Sliding smoothly down the snow
On boards of fiberglass, resin, and birch.

Then we returned to the city, so fair
Still in winter coats and boots,
Ordered hamburgers and shakes
In a pulp fiction affair.
While outside the snow kept on falling
Swirling madly in the air.

What lay ahead was a misty dream yet come true.
There was only this moment of ketchup and fries,
Carefree chatter and laughs-
A tale that glittered with colourful lights,
Beside the window where the city hummed,
And the breeze softly moved through the blue.