Opposites Compliment

When I see yellow and purple flowers

I see us.

They’ve always been my favorite colors,

Purple even more so after I met you, yes I can admit.

I loved that yellow makes me feel like a fire catching on,

like the warmth of the morning sun over the cool lake water.

I love that purple makes me feel like dew is developing on my cheeks.

like the mist in the evening that the fawns run in.

I love how they are on the opposite side of the color wheel,

not meant to meet

yet they always find a way in nature.

Like the inevitable but unlikely friendship between the mist and the dew…

We may be different flowers,

but our roots grow close,

and share the same sunlight.

Sending nutrients when needed

through interconnected streams of consciousness.

Helping each other through droughts,

with more rainstorms,

the mud hugs our pores,

intertwining our roots in a way that shouldn’t be

but are.