The Number Nine Is of the Color Red

The number nine, when said, is a bright red! As pleasant to see as a red rose, hat opens for the morn'. Whose petals I see may softly hold a raindrop, that will slide silently off the rose to leave the damp red velvet to dry.. amongst the sunlit Summer garden. The number nine -such a ruby gleam- is of the nineties..the carpet rolled out, ~for a life ahead~ ~a lifetime past~ A captive blood tincture, a clot.. burst to bleed through the body, to color inspiration, that is steeped in a thick maroon glove, of the month of June that is the beginning of Summer.. that is a darker hue of the number nine. To me, MUSIC: Red violins on a Sea's edge...