Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 the odor will bring to our “inward eye” just the scene that is now before us - a fanciful cloudswept sky tossing foliage & sunlit rain.(HT)(HT)The shower soon ceases - scarcely sufficient to ‘lay the dust. Spend afternoon reading, Thoreaus Walden, From a chance quotation from his “Autumn” in a magazine which was, in brief, his sole entry for Nov. 14, 1860 “Yellow Butterflies Still” I ex¬pected a book, more of a chronology of nature - then a philosop¬hical treatise, but the book is none-