she perched by the window;
fog on her glasses
from the steaming mug of coffee
clutched in her hands;
eyes on the words
etched on the pages
engrossed in a world
far from ours;
leaves meandering
in the lightly blowing breeze
birds twittering in the distance;
cars racing off the highway
chasing frivolous nothings,
detached from the reality around
engrossed in a world
far from ours;
sunlight shimmering
off the crevices of her neck
tawny hair astray,
soundlessly speaking lips
devouring tales
of love and romance
engrossed in a world
far from ours.
Whimsical Wordsmith 