Ellie belfiglio

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


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Awakened by the steady rhythm of rain

gently pressing on early morn.

Eyes focus slowly to windows

drenched with March rains.

Soft clouds move quickly.

Beyond hills sprinkled

with a scattering of white

from a late spring snow.

I smile, the patter of rain

now soft and white, swirls

on weeping winds.

Racing to cover the newness

of velvet green, spread wide

by nature’s plea for beauty

in His given world.

I sigh in wonderment

as springs timeless renewal

fashions her magic dance

between her raindrops!! …

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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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