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

Winter's chill the silent night brings
Tis the chorus of Angel's heard in the treetops whisperings.