Escaping Through the Glen

A wintry cloak of fresh white snow
Covered the forest floor
A crisp clean lovely blanket of snow
Untouched by the  boggy moor

Through the forest lay the glen
In summer a wavy range of grass
In spring a buzzing nature's zen
In fall a hint of a decaying pass

But in winter it was just a solid white
A sheaf of purity ringing empty
Only the rabbit trails to sight
Leading to something beyond she could hardly see

She followed a fat gray rabbit to the other side of the glen
Her green cloak and garment covered to her knees
As she plunged down into the snow with each step
Then the rabbit disappeared into a small grove of trees

On she went, out the glen and through the grove
And there it was, an entry way carved into the side of a hill
A huge stone doorway that seemed closed to her forever
Until she reached out and touched the face of a carving on it

A carving of a bearded old man
With a long hooked nose
Protruding like a giant spoke of a fan
And this she caressed; why?  Who knows?

It slid open and she saw inside
A huge library she could see
All the books; nothing left to hide
She stepped through; there was no fee

The door closed behind her
She could hear the click of it's handle
A man decked in golden fur
Stood smiling by a warming candle