Yellow Distantly Juxtaposed with Purple
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The still sunk sun beyond the springtime moor
Just barely starts to seep on sleeping broom
In yellow dreaming, making day seem sure
In Scotland’s heathland slopes. A pale perfume
Of coconut, though tropical, will come
Above the May timed bog-floored knolls. This scent,
This fragrance, bees and butterflies will thrum
Among, its breezes next to sunsets spent.
Late summer comes, September and July,
And heather opens rippled purple scenes,
Perfume more subtle as the insects ply
Across the blossoms like a sunrise cleans.
The color wheel says purple follows on
From yellow like a Scottish mist in dawn.
~ Phillip Whidden