Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight Of purpling airs they twirl and twist The sail is idle, the sailor too The winds screech down from the open west
Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight Of purpling airs they twirl and twist The sail is idle, the sailor too The winds screech down from the open west
O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon And the dream hills lift their summits in a sweeping heavy crescent As sinks the sun within that world of wine There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore
O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon And the dream hills lift their summits in a sweeping heavy crescent As sinks the sun within that world of wine There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore
Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rain On the shore the heat is shaking And the lakes and rivers crustine With a fringe of frost before her
Till the autumn came and vanished, till the season of the rain On the shore the heat is shaking And the lakes and rivers crustine With a fringe of frost before her
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
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