Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

in a lake of cold lay green & blue! That blue is a most wonderful color. The wind, indeed, cool as it is, seemed tinged with ice, coming thru that sky.(HT)The sky is a great lake, a great blue lake, its shore the horizon - what wonderful little harbors among the tree-tops! Many are the craft that sail thereon - the clouds the drifting pleasure going ships, the sun, moon & stars, that sail with a definite port in view. As the sun nears the western shore it turns the water to bloods, and plunging out of sight thru the dam