Ellie belfiglio

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




… Coals glow in the trees;

Crimson, red, hot ember sprees.

Golden yellow, fiery orange, radiant green,

Melt into brightly burning copper queen;

And smoldering brown at the scene.

… Into a frenzy, wind scatters the leaves.

Forming restless dance in air and trees.

To do pirouettes in the haunted, smoky leaves!

… Autumn, elegant heiress arrives.

Overseer, to summer’s surprise strives.

Slowly, letting down her hair,

So the jewels would be aware.

So her crown of all seasons would not flare.

To shine brightly in fall’s wine-

Colored reflection of divine!

As in a thousand sunlit white shine-

As summer before her sign!! …





Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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