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.
Beautiful write. I am able to visuialize all the colors as the poem changes. Nice write. Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas to you and yours. Dwayne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice rhymes/////////