Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Northern Skies Alive with Flames And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice attuned to hers
Northern Skies Alive with Flames 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 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 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
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 Where the river mists are rising The scent of burning leaves, the campfire blaze
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 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
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 To Salish waves that fling their spray The far, far Trees that cover The brownish hills with needles green and gold The rocks beneath your feet
Where the rushes lift their burnished Oval heads from out the tarnished Emerald pool To Salish waves that fling their spray 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
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 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
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
Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems