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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The firs, weirdly black bare that stand with great strength	The silence of the sands when tides are low	The dawn, grey garbed and velvet shod, is wandering everywhere	The Northern Lights dance down her plains with soft and silvery feet

Yet I am not alone . . .	Solitude	Longing for Daybreak	The Morning Trees

From Boulder Unto Boulder	Sing to us cedars; your voice is so lowly	Waiting for the Storm	The plover's passing wing, his lullaby

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	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 marvelously fair.

All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets	Framed in the salt sea winds	Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying	And April dawned with suns aflame

As sinks the sun within that world of wine	The long, long night has been bitter and lone but now 'tis gone