Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

shower of big bubbles of all sizes. Blown by fairies with morning-glories as pipes & whirled by a cool wind they come showering thru the air mirroring the sky & clouds above and the earth beneath, enveloping a morning whitened maple; bursting to a shower of mist-dust in a hawthorne flecking a calm river to carry the air down­stream; turning the air to a dissolving rainbow with their wonderful colors; a soft caressing shower thru which we can still see the sky & earth, as thru irridiscent glass, the air full of the soft bursting of bub-