The perfect frame

On a sunny winter noon..
When we decided to take a walk..
The roads wound up..
To a rather curious path.
Laid with gravel..

I found my feet walkin slow..
And steady..
And upon a turn..
I saw the most wonderful pair
Of pillars.

So i rested my shoulder..
Against the grainy old thing..
Whose texture felt cool..
On a sunny winter noon.

And made me a perfect frame.