Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 30, 1914

Hazy sun-shafted morning. Blue sky made cooler by loose, fast dissolving clouds. No frost. A warmy blue & white September day. Sky deep clear blue, the crispness of which is reflected in the feet-crackled leaves.

A rainbow sunset. Air full of delicate colors. East sky is pink and blue; lemon moon. Tree-coloring has ceased momentarily. The cricket chorus is feebly reviving.

There is no discord between me and the world now.

Night wonderful. Moon circled with a beautiful rainbow. Moonsparkled poplar trees. As I get in bed I sit on edge & look out of window. All trees in moonstorm haze, a glitter with silver-glint.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 30, 1914