Sometimes the sky’s too bright To see the clouds or birds. Sometimes the sun burns through The shade of leafy trees, And blinds impatient eyes, Still searching for visions Of angels smiling At the fire in her eyes. Alas the sky’s too bright To taste the salt in her tears, Or quell the thirst inContinue reading “#SundayWalks ‘Sometimes The Sky’s Too Bright’ #Poem”
Rereading Jane Eyre 