Nature's Symphony

Spring comes

But once a year,

Sit still and be quiet

And listen my dear.

Artistically carving

The woodpeckers are tapping,

Searching for mouthwatering nibbles

From the young sapling.

Birds are singing

The sweetest lullaby,

While doves are cooing

On the ground and trees so high.

Squirrels are playing

Scrambling up and down the trees,

Hiding their treasured acorns

Beneath a select pile of leaves.

Clouds are floating

Silently by,

One by one

Against the bluest of blue skies.

There,

Just beyond the bush,

Mr. and Mrs. Rabbit

Dine on the green, ever so lush.

Fragrant bushes

Headily fills the air,

And bees are drinking

From their sweet nectar.

Evening shade falls

Quiet is the land,

When the morning comes

Nature's symphony will play it all over again.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2025 all rights reserved.

Image by Pixaby

Come, Let's Have a Cup of Tea

 

Come,
Let’s have a cup of tea.
The day draws on,
And we’ve just been ever so busy.

We’ll sit here and,
Rest our feet a while.
We’ll sip our tea,
And watch the clouds go by.

With delicacies all ordered,
We’ll have but a few.
We’ll be refreshed in no time,
And feel as good as new.

With spring at hand,
There’s no better day.
To sit with a friend,
And have a cup of Earl or Lady Grey.

written by Alexia Stevens
C March 2025 All rights reserved.

Pixaby image by JillWellington 

Hurry up Spring

 

 Hurry up spring,
For the snow has melted away.
I long for green on the trees,
And long sunny days.

Hurry up spring,
Winter is all done.
It’s time for flowers to bloom,
And the song of summer to be sung.

Hurry up spring,
Bunnies are looking for the greener grass.
The squirrels want to come out to play,
And birds are looking for worms, passing the time away.

Hurry up spring,
The grass needs the rain.
The trees are thirsty,
And children outside have everything to gain.

Hurry up spring,
The bees are a buzzing.
The daffodils are smiling,
As they’ve awakened from their slumber.

Puffy clouds floating by,
Rays of sun touching the earth.
Hearts are full
As spring has birthed.

 

written by Alexia Stevens 
C Feb 2025 All rights reserved. 

Pixaby image by jplenio  

FARLOFT POEM

 

Once upon a time

In a land far away,

Lived a dragon named Farloft

Who would sing and dance all day.

Plenty was the food

And rivers did abound,

Days were always fun

When Farloft was around.

Quickly, he grew up

Very handsome was he,

Always happy and

Grinned toothily.

From high upon a cliff

The land stretched far and wide,

Farloft learned to soar

And exactly how to glide.

Then one day

Dark clouds loomed,

The volcano rumbled hard

The land was doomed.

Flying low and swiftly

to avoid cinder and ash,

Looking ahead the family landed

On a patch of greenest grass.

The land was fair

And trails did wind,

They searched high and low

Another home to find.

Farloft grew lonely

But there he met Clearair,

With a happy dance, he took a chance

And love filled the air.

Sun now shining
And flying over the glade,
He lighted upon a hillside
And forever there, he stayed.

written by Alexia Stevens
for author Theresa Snyder, creator of Farloft.
Farloft images used by permission.
08.13.2024 all rights reserved.

A SPECIAL NOTE

I wrote this fan fiction poem in honor of Ms. Snyder and Farloft. 
She owns the copyrights to all images of Farloft 
and now this poem. 
For more information on Farloft, contact Theresa Snyder.

TRIBUTE TO MOMS

It's flowers and spring
And mommy things,

It's love and hugs
And angel's wings.

It's roses are red,
And I love you,
No matter the day
Whether sunny or blue

It's birds singing
And the laughter of children ringing in her heart,
For it's always been that way
Right from the start.

It's coffee and slippers, 
And happy Mother's Day wishes. 

It's gifts galore
And a child's heart forever, a mother to adore. 

It's hugs
It's wishes,
It's dinner out
And Mom don't do the dishes.

It's the silent message from her child's heart, 
The gleaming in their eyes,
That a mother's heart pounds
And then she sighs. 

Moms are there

Through laughter and tears,
To wipe away the frowns
And crush all their fears.

For it's the love of her children
That steals the show,
Warms her heart, 
And forever glows.

A Mother's hope may be silent
All along the way,

Whether miles apart, on earth or in heaven,
Be sure to tell your mom Happy Mother's Day. 

written by Alexia Stevens C 2024 all rights reserved. 
Pixaby image by crkmaga

BEYOND THE PEARLY GATES

 

Beyond the pearly gates
Lies a land vast and wide,
All is peace forever more and
One does safely abide.

Beyond the pearly gates
Families play and angels sing,
And everyone humbly bows
In the presence of the King.

Beyond the pearly gates
Homes are mansions, streets of pure gold,
Nothing dies in this land nor
Does anyone or anything ever grow old.

Beyond the pearly gates
All is truth, there are no lies,
Hearts are light, and
The air is filled with peaceful sighs.

Beyond the pearly gates
The lion lays down by the lamb,
Ones who once were enemies now
Gathers at the table of the great I Am.

Beyond the pearly gates
Grass is always green, there are no earthquakes,
Trees and flowers are always in bloom
And blue skies await.

Beyond the pearly gates
Lies a land vibrant and pure,
God's love and peace supremely reigns
Death is defeated, and all is secure.

written by Alexia Stevens

C 2024 all rights reserved

Pixaby photo by BiancaVan Dijk

THE TINY REINDEER

 

Upon four legs
The tiny reindeer stood,
And greeted new friends
From around the neighborhood.

A flurry of chipmunks
And squirrels everywhere,
Birds spread the news
Chirping in the air.

Around the barn
And across the farm,
They raced and played
And they played real hard.

Evening shadows fell
Everyone went home,
But the tiny little reindeer
Joyfully played on.

All is calm
All is quiet,
The tiny little reindeer
Was quite the little sight.

Stretching and yawning
Now, snuggled in bed,
Dreaming of winter snow
And Santa in Christmas red.

by Alexia Stevens C August 2024 all rights reserved
Pixaby photo by popmelon

WHEN SUMMER FADES AWAY

 

Upon this great world
The evening dusk falls,
Buzzing bees are scampering in
The farmer, the cattle he calls.

The sun will soon set low

And the day will quickly fade,

That's just what happens

When summer fades away.

The air turns crisp

Leaves crunch beneath our feet,

Cover up dear earth

It's time to go to sleep.

The stars now twinkling

Dancing a cool night's ballet,

That's just what happens

When summer fades away.

Leaves are falling

One by one,

September's show

Has now begun.

In a coat of many colors,

The hills and dales now on display,

That's just what happens

When summer fades away.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2024 all rights reserved.

Pixaby image by chulmin1700

WELCOME

Welcome to my new blog and thank you for stopping by. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading some fun seasonal poetry; nothing on the level of Shakespeare here - just fun thoughts to stir up cozy winter memories for you. 

To give you a little history, I love winter-time. I'm from south central Texas where snow eluded us for the most part. When it did get cold, it didn't last very long and would be good sweater weather, but we did have and use coats, too. Today, my family back home turn on air conditioners by end of February and runs them usually from October to early November. On the very rare occasion when it did snow, our little snowmen were partially made of the grass blades underneath.

I remember, as a child, to see snow we had to wait and hope Christmas cards would come in the mail with beautiful, snowy scenes on them. We'd drink mom's home-made hot chocolate and read through the cards. That was about the only way we'd ever get to see snow. 

Today, I live in the Missouri Ozark mountains where we get plenty of snow, although not every year, {we actually get pretty much a full four seasons here} and I actually get to live those "snowy scenes" from the old Christmas cards. It is my childhood experiences that provide the fuel for my seasonal poetry. 

As my editor noted, she loves the "cold" theme I've chosen; it has a certain warm, cozy, and inviting, heartwarming feel about it, and I hope you feel the same warm invitation to sit down on a hot day, or cold, and cozy up with a favorite drink and dream of cooler days and frolicking in the snow with friends, neighbors, and an occasional squirrel or two. 

At some point in my hopefully near future, I'll be adding my novels. Touchdown in Waverly is finished and I'm still working on the cover image after which I should be able to release it. So, please check back often for updates on my book blog at aswrites01.blogspot.com.

In recent years, I invited author friends Theresa Snyder, Iona Morrison, and Kaye Kelly to write a little short story, we affectionately called The Gift and offered it free as our way of saying thanks to all our readers and supporters. This little story is about real, true, friendship in holiday style and is still available. Just email me and I'll send you the PDF. It's charming and delightful and it will definitely warm your heart. 

I'd love to read your thoughts on my poems, so please feel free to comment. I'll get back to you usually right away. 

Thanks again for stopping by, have a wonderfully blessed day.

Alexia

Pixaby photo by Albertfotofilms

THROUGH WINTER'S WINDOW

Through winter's window

Gracefully falls the snow,
Its peaceful white, glistening all night,
Covering the land so cold.

Through winter's window

The birds are gathering here,
Singing on branches of winter berries
Bringing in the winter cheer.

Through winter's window
Moonbeams dance across the land,
The deer make melody
As the fireplace warms heart and hand.

Through winter's window
The story of epic prose,
Rises through baked goodies
And doorposts of ribbons and mistletoe.

Through winter's window
The land all quiet and aglow,
May the Christmas Spirit of love
Rest upon every cottage and home.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2024 all rights reserved.

Pixaby image by albertfotofilms

 

WINTER'S PARADE

Winter's parade comes
But once a year,
With sleigh bells jingling
For all to hear.

With chestnuts roasting
On open fires,
And children singing
 In Christmas choirs.

Winters parade marches in
With ribbons, and tinsel everywhere,
With gingerbread and pumpkin pies
A waft in the air.

Farm and home
Now dressed in snow,
Ushers in the warmth
of Christmas aglow.

Winter's chill the
Silent night brings,
'Tis the chorus of Angel's
Heard in the treetops whisperings.

Snowflakes falling
All across the land,
Winter's parade comes with
Peace and joy in hand.

by Alexia Stevens. C 2017 all rights reserved
Pixaby image by sorbyphoto

THE MERRIEST CHRISTMAS YET

 

'Tis the season
To be jolly, 

And it’s easy with all the bells,
Christmas cheer, and holly.

With baking done,
Ornaments all hung,

It's time for the Christmas
Carols to be sung.

The tree now decorated,
We’ll hang the mistletoe,
Then hook up the sleigh
And away we go.

Around the town square
With lights so bright,
Oh, what a glorious
Christmas night.

Up to the table,
Glass held in the air,
We’ll give a toast to Jesus,
He’s why we’ve gathered here.

Come now,
We’ll sit by the fire aglow,

With a warm cup, we’ll snuggle up,
And watch the falling snow.

With family all gathered,
We’re all set,
It'll be the merriest
Christmas yet.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2017 all rights reserved

Pixaby image by JillWellington

NOVEMBER'S SONG

It’s in the morning sunrise
The yellow and purple hues,
That November’s song is heard
Coming through.

It’s in the falling leaves
That colored show of fall,
The red, gold, and brown
My favorites of all.

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

It’s in the painted heavens
The joy of sunset’s fame,
November’s song of requite and grace
Her ancient acclaim.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2017 all rights reserved.
Image in Pixaby by Ulleo 

AUTUMN'S GOLD

Gone are the warm days

And autumn now comes,

The air turns crisp as

The summers day is done.

'Tis the songs of birds,

Like prayers on angels' wings,

The bluest skies

That I am remembering.

The land now aflush

With autumn gold,

Hail October that

Doth now unfold.

The woodlands, hills, and dales

Doth boast thy comeliness,

And surround thy guests

In autumn's shades of loveliness.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2017 all rights reserved

Image on Pixaby by Glavo