Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 is a soothing dull roar, the compound of a myriad minor noises, too slight to be classified.(HT)Smoke hangs low and sways gently here and there catching on trees, buildings & places and lingering, making for them a beautiful outline.The robin’s throats, parched and silent thru the dusty choking days, have become lubricated and the robins sing as madly as tho it were spring and one has but to close his eyes to see a leafless March landscape with a bright sun & sky over-