Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

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Ellie belfiglio


Coals glow in the trees,

Crimson, red, hot ember SPREES!

Golden yellow, fiery orange, radiant green-

Melt into brightly burning copper’s queen;

And smoldering brown at the scene…

… Into a frenzy, wind scatters the leaves.

Forming restless dance in air and leaves.

To do pirouettes in the haunted trees.


Autumn, elegant heiress arrives.

Overseer, to summers’ strives.

Slowly, letting down her hair,

So the jewels would be aware,

So her crown of all seasons wouldn’t flare…

To shine brightly in fall’s wine-

Colored reflection of divine…

As in a thousand sunlit white shine!

As a summer before her sign!! …



The pictures are from bing.com…

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