Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
The sun's red pulses beat Up on the hills against the sky Here's to the days that are coming Summer is lying asleep today
The sun's red pulses beat Up on the hills against the sky Here's to the days that are coming Summer is lying asleep today
The pine trees whispering Through branches gaunt and black My ear can scarcely catch that whispered note And a crystal garment o'er her
The pine trees whispering Through branches gaunt and black My ear can scarcely catch that whispered note And a crystal garment o'er her
And she - between the ocean and the town That her fingertips are dusting And calm embrace of silence Waves that foam and fall and lift
And she - between the ocean and the town That her fingertips are dusting And calm embrace of silence Waves that foam and fall and lift
Into the crimson portals ajar In clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day A gusty freshening of humid air August is laughing across the skies
Into the crimson portals ajar In clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day A gusty freshening of humid air August is laughing across the skies
Like a breeze through branches sifting Another  day set free I hear the call of the singing firs I I hear the call of the singing firs II
Like a breeze through branches sifting Another day set free I hear the call of the singing firs I I hear the call of the singing firs II
When the firs finger faintly on the strings The firs, weirdly black bare that stand with great strength The dawn, grey garbed and velvet shod, is wandering everywhere The Northern Lights dance down her plains with soft and silvery feet
When the firs finger faintly on the strings The firs, weirdly black bare that stand with great strength 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 The Morning Trees From Boulder Unto Boulder
Yet I am not alone . . . Solitude 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
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 As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day Before the Storm Purple shadows tell of dawn
And here's to the days that are coming As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day 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.
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.
The rocks give shelter that the sands deny The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn The Two Sisters What of the days when we two dreamed together      Days marvelously fair.
The rocks give shelter that the sands deny The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn The Two Sisters What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvelously fair.
A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play 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
A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play 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 Longing for Daybreak
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 Longing for Daybreak
Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The silence of the sands when tides are low
Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The silence of the sands when tides are low