Shelf after shelf
Of books with
Yellow worn pages
And cracked spines

Whole new worlds
Held between two
Pieces of cardboard
With enticing adventures
Waiting to be discovered

Soft cloth chairs
And supple leather love seats
With  stacks of novels
Resting between their
Warm arms

The quiet hum
Of whispering books
Calling me, drawing me
To pick them up
And bring them to life.

- Anna Roy