Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.067

[inscription reads] " What is in those flames – trees history & history of its inhabitants. I idly poke glowing hunk of log, — a cloud of atomic sparks come up, looking like thread (sic) brass wire. Wood is the poetic fuel. Day time its beautiful blue smoke is not ajar. Thus thru (sic) fire do trees gain their heaven. / The ashes do not merely blend with the earth to be become eventually fertilizer for plants. A rain brings out a peculiar orange fungus growth which is entirely parasitic on the ashes. / On return homeward, moon obscuredly (sic) dapples of "