Crimson Cymbals Poem by Mary Havran

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.