Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

sky, and new ones come to take their place.A silver poplar on Garfield is studded with white blossoms. A mirage? No - the breeze has only ceased for an instant.(HT)Noon brings August sultriness. The sky is gone and heavy smoke and sifting dust & mist take its place. The sunlight is peculiarly yellow. Shadows are opaque & scarcely noticeable, around there edges is a peculiar color as of tarnished brass, of smoke stained glass. In fact this seems the metallic season. All the insect voices bear