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