At night I sat on the roof in the moonlight. It occurred to me to think of other moonlight nights of my life & compare them to this—
Nights spent in walking along the railroad near Teegarden in early February or March, with no snow on the ground; sharp brilliant nights in January when the moon is high overheard walking along in “Post’s woods.” —the moonlit night as I was walking along from Columbia to Camp Jackson & I heard people singing from a convict camp—nights in Bedford Glens when I was under the glamour of schoolday romances and dreams—the moonlight night in August when the girl who has become my life-companion promised to become mine—nights sitting on the porch at home in Salem with the moonlight falling aslant the trees across the dusty street—
Charles Burchfield, September 24, 1923