Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Through the far cool distance Where the very silence slumbers I dream tonight Northern Skies Alive with Flames
Through the far cool distance Where the very silence slumbers I dream tonight Northern Skies Alive with Flames
At Sunset 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
At Sunset 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 There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent
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 There are fires on Lulu Island and the sky is opalescent
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun The scent of burning leaves, the campfire blaze What saw you on your flight today Crows, awinging your homeward way
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun 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
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 Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend Let me but feel the pulse of nature’s soul And when at eventide the sun
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 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
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 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
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 rushes lift
The sun outbreaking in his farewell hour Where the rushes lift