Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

for such the horizon seems to be - streaked by falling rain! Loose foamy clouds dissolving in mid-air.(HT)There is music in the sound of dripping trees - what makes that glitter on the gutter rills? Perhaps some of the leaf glint adhered to the drips splashing thru the trees and is carried into the streams.Sunlight falling on gutter rills broken into a thousand flecks by the tiny brickripples and are carried tossingly to the sewer. Is sewer life so dark after all? One is inclined to think that this sun­