Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

under berry laden elders, hung with scarlet nightshade I find its source among a heap of mossy sandstones - the hillside here seems composed of much - at once I set to clearing a place to make a small basin. A lizard. Water so cold my hands become numbed. Soon have deep basin. Sit down to watch “smoky” water clear. However the gnats & mosquitos drive me outside to wait.(HT)When I return it is clear & lying flat on my stomach I drink. It is not as cold as I expect but it is good.(HT)A spring is a poet’s true