Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

thery creations had appeared woven perhaps of the sun’s rays as warp and leaf-glint as woof, by the wind. At the zenith, extending about a third of the length of the sky and lying across the ends of several feathery streaks, that radiated from the north, was a straight clean cut narrow bar of clouds by far the brightest the in the sky attracting the eye as much by this as by its peculiarity. Perhaps some God has lain this cord across those strands, to catch them up and bind them into sheaves.I entered the house and