The plant’s long spikes bear
tiny purple blooms, lush
with pollen
for the black and yellow bees
to harvest
with unrestrained zeal.
Their buzzing forms
a low, communal hum
of bliss, as if
to voice
the plant’s well being.

It’s a shifting choreography
of bee onto blossom,
the stems bobbing
in sync.
Miniature petals shaken loose,
are like amethysts coloring
the ground.
The herbal scent of sage 
feeds the air.