Mist “melts” away- Autumn colours emerge with vibrance on the hills of Crask of Aigas.

Poem.

 

Golden Cherry,

Yellow Larch.

Orange Birch.

Bronze Ferns.

Upright, bottle-green Spruce.

Stately, cone-laden, Scots Pine.

Bushes of Gorse and Broom.

Rock-faces.

Hills.

Mosses.

Algae.

Fungi.

And a mist “melting” into an Autumnal sky.

Forests can be sterile,

too uniform.

Not here.

A lavish, richly painted canvas.

Atmospheric.

With an ambience of pulsating,

multi-coloured, vibrant life.

 

Done