“Cuddling down to read a good book”

A hush falls soft as feathered snow,  
While dusk dances beyond the pane;  
The lamplight glows with ember’s tow,  
And quiet settles in my brain.  

I choose a volume, spine well-worn,  
Its pages curled—beloved, kind—  
And nestle in, with blankets drawn,  
To leave the busy day behind.  

Outside, the wind may sing or sigh,  
It finds no passage through my nook;  
For here, with pillows piled high,  
I journey deep within a book.  

A pirate ship, a secret glade,  
A mystery at midnight struck—  
Each chapter turns, regrets allayed—  
Within this quilted world of luck.  

I hear the voices, feel the storms,  
The aching hope, the friendships true;  
Imagination gently warms—  
The lines all blur to something new.  

At peace, as twilight blends to night,  
I hold adventures, none forsook;  
Oh, joy that comes with reading’s light,  
Cuddled down around a good book.

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