Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

finally blowing them into approaching night where they come into their own.(HT)I recalled how in childhood we used to amuse ourselves by sitting by a long white dusty road and watch the shadows march along in endless succession. We could see them coming, close on each others heels, and some times one overtook another, or again one expired as if worn out.(HT)A cornell tree has a beautiful reddish bloom on it - no, it is the carmine stems of the dull indigo berries. Standing in the sunlight, we are dulled by its terrific