Charles Burchfield, Journals, March 23, 1911

March Snow-storms.

I.

Roar and bluster, wild Aquilo,

Dash and puff and coldly blow;

Toss and whirl the flying snow

Make oaks creak,

Pine-trees speak,

And the roughened country bleak.

II.

Murmer down the sooty chimneys,

Whistle thru the gaunt bare trees,

Upon the trembling houses seize;

Bend the willow

Cold Aquilo

Rushing o’er the white land go.

III.

Hasten snow-clouds, rush on high

Madly dash across the sky

While the shivering earth doth sigh;

Loom and tear,

Fill the air,

Hover o’er fields and forests bare.

IV.

Whirling capering flakes of white

snatch the earth and sky from flight.

Thickly fall

Cold winds call

Whilen dark green pine-trees tall.

V.

Vanish Sun, hide your rays;

Valiant birds of early days,

Cry and shiver in your maze;

For Aquilo

High and low

Scatters cold; and bitter snow.

VI.

Thus did March, with merry smile

The cold and blustery winds beguile

Dashing down a forest aisle,

Glad and gay,

All the way,

Calling wintry storms to play

- Tristram Tindle

This poem almost perfectly describes to-day – a wild stormy day, with cold winds, whirling snow and wild cloudy skies.  At night the clouds disappeared and left the cold starry sky overhead.

Charles E. Burchfield, March 23, 1911