Visualizing Warm Raspberry Cobbler

Visualizing Warm Raspberry Cobbler I dive into the raspberry bushes with gusto But carefully, wanting to save my soft-skinned arms and hands Because I know the biting and chomping of the thorn's teeth. Notice sister’s basket has a few more berries, so competition is on! Ouch! Ow! Haste tears up my skin in earnest Puny tight raspberry, but it might add volume, so I grab it. We return to grandma’s house with two full baskets of raspberries. Glad we beat the crows to them this year. Our hands are berry-stained, for we ate a few on the way. Thinking of the raspberry cobbler we’ll have tonight. Warm with cold sweet ice cream. My bloody arm and hand scratches heal as my mind tastes it.