Meggie! (rivulet) wrote,
Meggie!
rivulet

Powell Butte in the fall...

I don't think I've ever read any poetry ever that can give me the same feeling I got when I sat in the wild chestnut grove feeling the cold wind and hearing the fallen leaves crunch under Remmy's excited feet beneath me... or describe what it was like to lay in thick, dun-colored grass, letting the rain pat my cheeks and eyelids... I rested on a log for a long time, trying to compose some sort of relevent poetry in my head, but to no avail. Silence best accompanies that sort of experience anyway.
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