Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 20, 1915

Crimson sun in the heavy rainbow haze – in the dense blue haze all trees seem dripping with rain – in a single night buckeye buds have burst and the leaves unfolding and poplar catkins, glowing red have stretched out and sway in the wind — filmy elusive green haze in the trees —

Thru (sic) park — glossy grackles glittering in the grass — dandelions — a pare poem is the falling of the cottonwoods catkins — at each new breeze they fall in whirligig fashion thru (sic) the thick air and color the green earth salmon pink, — where they look like caterpillars — reminds one of leaves falling in a hazy autumn —

Filmy willow thru (sic) screen of blue trunked trees –

Under softly dissolving cottonwoods – hear song of meadowlark – pale gilded sunlight on dusty sidewalks unable to work – Thru (sic) hazy trees to room in the hot air – The sky is a pale whitish violet in which the sun boils –

 To Library – rummaging among Folklore & Mythology - The olden peoples have created a wonderful poetry which we can never hope to equal for theirs is born of actually believing in their imaginings, while we must consciously imagine things which we know are not true -  It remains for us to express our life in a poetical way.

Charles E. Burchfield, April 20, 1915