11 soon gone, yet gold in the song

One more month and one half and 11 is gone

but not ’til I reminisce about the gold in the song..

the crimson rust of my chrysanthemum

the deep burgundy of the beet, and the yellow of the squash pumpkin

Never will I forget the pirouette of my friend Tommy and his reluctance to give a hug

Nor the crazy bag of the belly dancer nor the fabulous glass art in Manduria, Italy, Apulian.

Only in Basel, the frozen stillness of the Fasnacht mime

The daily  6:00 a.m. hour French Alsacian church bell chime

Alas, 11 is ending and 12 will begin

Where are you going?

Where have you been?

About whenquiet

A child of God, opinionated, survivor, eloquent, elegant, exquisite bohemian, and humble, loving life and shining light to those who are in the shadow.
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3 Responses to 11 soon gone, yet gold in the song

  1. whenquiet says:

    Thanks Piglet!!!l

  2. whenquiet says:

    Hi aprons and appetites…Thanks a bunch!!!

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