The movement of bees

I watch the bees

outside my window

gently flirt their little bodies

into the tiny cups of glorious

gleaming magenta flowers.

Allured by the generous

scent of sage,

they warmly wriggle

into a cozy embrace

inside soft flower fuzz

and then, satisfied, leave

covered, concealed,

resplendent in cloaks of gold,

engulfed in magnificent dust.