Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

pursuing her hat. There a flood of creamy yellow ran over a grape arbor to be blotted out the next breath by a swirl of ochreish dust. The air was full of leaves, shingles & flying limbs + the sound of ripping leaves. Thus do air & earth become one. All the accumulation of the weeks of drought was caught and whirled aloft in those few brief moments. Thus is the mingling of grounds. This was a union it seemed of sky earth and air. This was the wild poetry of wind and dust!! The sight