She sits, legs curled
In a blanket cocoon
While golden hair gleams silver
In the light of the moon.
Falling as a curtain
Past eyes which gleam and glow
As she reads of life, and love, and dreams
And evening walks through falling snow.
Her mind is not in this world
For enchantment from the start
Has trapped her ‘tween the pages
Of the books which hold her heart.