ALEXIA STEVENS POETRY

Autumns Gold

The land now aflush with autumn gold
hail October that doth now unfold.

November's Song

It’s in the evening breeze, the sweetest lullaby
I sit fireside, cozy and warm, and I sigh

Winter's Parade

Coming Soon.
Photos used under Creative Commons from Janne Räkköläinen, wuestenigel, Kitty Terwolbeck