Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

they suddenly blurred and floated away, looking like phantom clouds. (HT)And so do my impressions of childhood evade me. Of late there have been rare instances when childhood impressions would flash across my mind - it is not that I wish to go back, or mourn for the past. I only wish I might look at nature, now, as I did then, with a mind steeped in fairytales and illusions.(HT)Sun falls behind a tree and the peculiar, roseglow is inten¬sified. As it nears the horizon it becomes