Sage Alley July 22, 2011 / Rags / Photography, Poetry, Wasp Paper 0 Stark, white heat scalds a fragrant froth of sage, distilled like lavender in the searing blaze. And it sings loud and alive with honeybees, an electric white noise, like standing, human, at the heart of the hive. Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrMoreRedditEmail Related bees, fragrance, sage alley