Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Through the far cool distance At Sunset The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers.   The rocks get shelter that the sands deny With pools of purple colouring the skies
Through the far cool distance At Sunset The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers. The rocks get shelter that the sands deny With pools of purple colouring the skies
Northern Skies Alive with Flames There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent The scent of burning leaves, the campfire blaze
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 The pools low lying, dank with mould.   Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold To Salish waves that fling their spray So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air
What saw you on your flight today Crows, awinging your homeward way The pools low lying, dank with mould. Glint through their mildews like large caps of gold To Salish waves that fling their spray So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air
Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend Tonight the west o’er brims with warmest dyes I dream tonight Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away
Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend Tonight the west o’er brims with warmest dyes I dream tonight Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away
The rocks beneath your feet Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems Great has been the run Reflections from the gold and glowing light
The rocks beneath your feet Alone, alone with God’s glory earth that seems Great has been the run Reflections from the gold and glowing light
And when at eventide the sun In forest arms the night will soonest creep Where the waterfalls and forest voice forever their duet Where the river mists are rising
And when at eventide the sun 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 Let me but feel the pulse of nature’s soul
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 Let me but feel the pulse of nature’s soul
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