Along the road past open fields
and pale grey trees wrapped in snowy shawls,
we converse about the current
and reminisce of memories past.
Our voices rise and ebb—
caught up in the moment,
comfortable in the silences
in time spent together.
Even now I am still amazed at how
we see things through the other’s eyes.
A dark line captures our attention.
You comment how it looks like a “black satin ribbon”
in stark contrast to the winter white.
We watch as it weaves to and fro,
at once close to the road,
then disappearing into the tree line
to reappear further down the lane.
We are captured by its tenacity:
that despite the odds to impede it,
to slow it down, to freeze it in place,
it still moves forward.
Life lessons on a winter’s day.
© Ginny Brannan 2021