I absolutely love your description of the berries at the start of this post. Sight loss has disconnected me from this sensory experience but your words recreated it for me. Thank you!
A few lines, nowhere near the requirements of the prompt but something may be germinating:
The mauvy- pink of heather mists the heath, below a grey-white cloud a kestrel hovers. The plumes of golden rod are tarnished now, and rosebay willow herb fast goes to seed. Tall ragwort flowers on, its yellowness undulled, and pollinators thrive.
I absolutely love your description of the berries at the start of this post. Sight loss has disconnected me from this sensory experience but your words recreated it for me. Thank you!
A few lines, nowhere near the requirements of the prompt but something may be germinating:
The mauvy- pink of heather mists the heath, below a grey-white cloud a kestrel hovers. The plumes of golden rod are tarnished now, and rosebay willow herb fast goes to seed. Tall ragwort flowers on, its yellowness undulled, and pollinators thrive.
Thank you. I might try to expand it. xx