ALEXIA STEVENS POETRY
Autumns GoldThe land now aflush with autumn gold
hail October that doth now unfold. |
November's SongIt’s in the evening breeze, the sweetest lullaby
I sit fireside, cozy and warm, and I sigh. |
Winter's ParadeWinter's chill the silent night brings
Tis the chorus of Angel's heard in the treetops whisperings. |