Ellie belfiglio

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




I awoke this morning to frost on the ground.

It lay on the rooftops and came without sound.

The leaves on the bushes were shrinking in fear.

Their season was over and death was now near.

The hot sun rose with its rays so deep.

The wind blew the leaves in  rustling heap.

Red ones, pink ones and yellow ones too,

Danced in the air as they picked up the dew.

The smothering frost soon melted away;

Waiting to come another fall day.

The leaves on the bushes relaxed with a smile.

Their lives would continue another short while!! …





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!"

2 thoughts on ““FROST”

  1. Every thing you write is wonderful but I especially enjoyed this one, Ellie.

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