Charlene Long - Dreams of Possibilities

Continuing to be inspired by the poems of Pauline Johnson, these paintings also reflect my mindset during this time.

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Longing for Daybreak	The Morning Trees	And April dawned with suns aflame	From Boulder Unto Boulder

Sing to us cedars; your voice is so lowly	Waiting for the Storm	Sing to us cedars; the night wind is sighing	And here's to the days that are coming

Before the Storm	Purple shadows tell of dawn	Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash	There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers

The cedars chanting vespers to the sea	Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping.	As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day.	A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play

The suns red pulses beat	Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying	The rocks give shelter that the sands deny	The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn

Dawn lights her candles in the east once more	The Two Sisters	What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvellously fair.	All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets