Perovskia (Russia Sage)

Gray-green leaves stack neatly

On brittle limbs that soar

Creating purple illusion

That floats an open door

And when a bee sniffs purple

Wafted by its wings

He goes into a frenzy

To find the wondrous dream

He sets his mouth for sipping

As he flits about with aim

To claim the purple fragrance

That calls him by his name






5 thoughts on “Perovskia (Russia Sage)

    1. Thank you for the reblog. I appreciate it so much!


  1. A lovely poem. Thank you.


    1. Thank you Cynthia I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I thank you for stopping by!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Thanks Natalie, I appreciate it.


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