Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 15, 1915

A heavy yellow haze – Through Park; a robin sings clear and strong – I see him at last, topping a maple, orange breast facing the sun.  The grass sparkled with melted frost; blue frost on the shadow side of minute tufts like mild waves.  Sun yellow trees, blue smoke from bonfires behind.  A bluebird’s quaver fell out of the sky.

Looking out of a window – cross flopping over violet woods; fronting a brown sky; saw a pair of sparrows sealing their bond of “mate-ship”.  Sunlight pale golden; Robins song and calls set in motion the stagnant air; rumbling sounds, smoke pushing up heavily – Redbird – what cheer whoit whoit whoit whoit whoit.  Even sparrows chirping takes on a new meaning -

The afternoon brings violet mists that obscure the sun – The blue mist becomes heavier and as darkness settles a slight sprinkle falls but ceases abruptly.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 15, 1915