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