Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 Continue on road. Come to point of a Y. I retrace back on different road. Which is leading directly south. The charm of noon is to sit down under a tree and look up at sky thru sparkling leaves to see sun and feel the cool wind blowing. The woods even is silent except for the fitful calling of a few solitary birds. The wind is a thing of life tho!  All around us is quiet and we hear it roaring in distant trees. And gradually then it comes closer and closer.Sky covered with long haphazard streaks of cloud.Meadows of buttercups –