Gyroscope Review 15-3 - Page 37

Wanted: New Heart by KB Ballentine Dawn’s breath pinks the sky, a delicate yawn of gold and orange as fog shifts the valley. Yesterday’s rain wrinkled the lake, clouds veiling the mountain, sailboats, kayaks shored as last leaves fall. Sun slants lower, spring as far away as those we forget. These sharp days pierce my skin, memories of flaming maples haunting the honeycombs. Gyroscope Review 2! 8