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

 

 

 

 

 

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