Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Through the far cool distance I dream tonight At Sunset The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers.   The rocks get shelter that the sands deny
Through the far cool distance I dream tonight At Sunset The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers. The rocks get shelter that the sands deny
With pools of purple colouring the skies The pools low lying, dank with mould.   Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold Northern Skies Alive with Flames There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent
With pools of purple colouring the skies The pools low lying, dank with mould. Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold Northern Skies Alive with Flames There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent
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
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
To Salish waves that fling their spray The rocks beneath your feet Great has been the run So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air
To Salish waves that fling their spray The rocks beneath your feet Great has been the run So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air
Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend 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
Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend 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 In forest arms the night will soonest creep Where the waterfalls and forest voice forever their duet
Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems In forest arms the night will soonest creep Where the waterfalls and forest voice forever their duet
Where the river mists are rising And call across the fading silver night As something calls to me The far, far Trees that cover The brownish hills with needles green and gold The sun outbreaking in his farewell hour
Where the river mists are rising And call across the fading silver night As something calls to me The far, far Trees that cover The brownish hills with needles green and gold The sun outbreaking in his farewell hour
And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice attuned to hers Where the rushes lift Where the very silence slumbers
And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice attuned to hers Where the rushes lift Where the very silence slumbers
Beneath me far Where not a ripple moves to mar
Beneath me far Where not a ripple moves to mar