Charlene Long - these wilder shores

Continuing reading the poems of Pauline Johnson inspired me to create a new series based on her works

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October’s orchestra plays softly on	Of purpling airs they twirl and twist	The winds screech down from the open west	With a fringe of frost before her

Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight	On the shore the heat is shaking	All colour fades from round that far-off spire	I only saw it’s gleaming from uplifting

Hushed lie the sedges and the vapours creep	The heron is homing, the plover is still	O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon	Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rain

The sail is idle, the sailor too	There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore	And the dream hills lift their summits in a sweeping heavy crescent