Somewhat a chill settles, though dull as a knife.
Sun not afraid to unsheathe her mightiest rays, as if to showcase magnificent power,
Holding my tongue like a German shepherd, slip cool water across my mouth, the greatest sensation.
A cruise ship northwards blared a weary horn, bursting with overjoyed tourists indulging on blueberry muffins.
I found myself craving blueberry, its sweet cream touch.
Turning back to soothe a whale calling belly, never able to learn resistance,
Treaded back down the rocky path, dodging slippery granite.
Up ahead a little shrub, no, big bush,
Dotted with little blues, some reds, others pink like a tender cheek.
Plucking them softly and slipping them into my bag, enjoying a greater treasure.
