Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice attuned to hers The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers.   The rocks get shelter that the sands deny
And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice attuned to hers The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers. The rocks get shelter that the sands deny
August is laughing across the sky With pools of purple colouring the skies Beneath me far Where not a ripple moves to mar The pools low lying, dank with mould.   Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold
August is laughing across the sky With pools of purple colouring the skies Beneath me far Where not a ripple moves to mar The pools low lying, dank with mould. Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold
In forest arms the night will soonest creep There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent Where the waterfalls and forest voice forever their duet As cloud and colour blend at set of sun
In forest arms the night will soonest creep There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent Where the waterfalls and forest voice forever their duet As cloud and colour blend at set of sun
Where the river mists are rising The scent of burning leaves, the campfire blaze What saw you on your flight today Crows, awinging your homeward way
Where the river mists are rising The scent of burning leaves, the campfire blaze What saw you on your flight today Crows, awinging your homeward way
Reflections from the gold and glowing light And call across the fading silver night As something calls to me Where the very silence slumbers Water Lillie’s grow in numbers Where the rushes lift their burnished Oval heads from out the tarnished Emerald pool
Reflections from the gold and glowing light And call across the fading silver night As something calls to me Where the very silence slumbers Water Lillie’s grow in numbers Where the rushes lift their burnished Oval heads from out the tarnished Emerald pool
To Salish waves that fling their soray The far, far Trees that cover The brownish hills with needles green and gold The rocks beneath your feet Great has been the run
To Salish waves that fling their soray The far, far Trees that cover The brownish hills with needles green and gold The rocks beneath your feet Great has been the run
So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend The sun outbreaking in his farewell hour Let me but feel the pulse of nature’s soul
So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend The sun outbreaking in his farewell hour Let me but feel the pulse of nature’s soul
And when at eventide the sun Tonight the west o’er brims with warmest dyes Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems
And when at eventide the sun Tonight the west o’er brims with warmest dyes Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems