Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.088

[inscription reads] " musical with the quavering cry of bluebirds. Looking up I beheld a scattering flock flying north. Some of them settled in the trees around me. The males hat lost most of their blue. I noticed male & female pursued each other at times. That cry is a remote one and seems born out of the wind. It is one of the first spring notes. When we first hear it we are in doubt. Looking skyward we see nothing. It seems like a lost voice. Heard at this season it still a vagrancy of the wind. It was if the wind had found a voice of its own, "