Ellie belfiglio

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


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There, in the morning’s hue,

Crystal drops of dawn dew.

Gracefully they lay on emerald grass,

Teardrops that have fallen from a lass.

Their spectrum of colors shine bright and true.

Sight such as this are far between and few.

A passionate touch of the freshly cut blades,

Left by Mother Nature with her golden braids!

A signature of morning,

Left there, simply adoring!

As sometimes unnoticed, rarely appreciated glimpse of paradise;

A reminder of the simplistic real fulness of nature-

before winter’s ice.

As the sun smiles down on those liquid diamonds from above,

Imagine God up high showering us with all His precious love!! …



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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