Ruth Jewell's poem is a simple list of how the speaker spends a winter day, and that simplicity is the point. Books and Chihuahuas fill almost every line. The speaker reads, looks for, smells, and talks about books, and in between pets the dogs, feeds them snacks, and cuddles them. Tea and snacks add small comforts of their own.
The speaker feels content and completely at home. Nothing on the list is rushed or ambitious, and the repetition of "read books" suggests a day that loops gently through the same pleasures. Even the odd detail of smelling books shows real affection for them.
The mood is warm, quiet, and snug, the kind of winter day you'd want to stay inside. The ending slows down further: the speaker falls asleep with a book in hand, and the final line spreads the Chihuahuas around her, "by my side, in my lap and at my feet." The list stops being a list and becomes a picture of being surrounded by what she loves.