Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

gave forth a perspiration which was caught by the wind & sun & whirled skyward & now tired of their wandering are coming down again. There is a peculiar absence of both bird & insect voices, tho I am sure if I were afield I would hear aplenty.(HT)A wonderful sunset to-night - one of beautiful colors. I had taken Thoreau’s Autumn and gone out on the porch. I was first attracted to the sky by a peculiar phenomenon connected with it. The whole sky was clear except at the northwest where was a long dark grey