The clash of colors that surrounds
stuns the sense, breaks the bounds.
My mind instructs my eyes' belief
challenged now by every leaf.
Crisp-aired heavens don a hue
transpiring primary blue.
Summer greens cease dominate
to autumn pallet abdicate.
Silent objects ignored no more
leaves sail - their colors roar.
Russet rustles as saffron shouts
crimson crashes; ruby routs.
When yellow yells from deep inside
startled senses cannot hide.
Silent nature her voice has found
in full-spectrum stereoscopic sound.
Mary Havran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-cymbals/
