Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " as the color in the west is being sucked downwards, the moon booms forth low in the east with silvery reverberations, surrounded by a coppery green glow. / As it mounts high in the sky, a delicate rainbow surrounds it. A fanciful thought is that the falling dew struck by the sifting moon-dust forms the rainbow. Trees intensely black silver edged. A strong cool breeze from the south. / What I like about H - is that he speaks his inner-most thoughts freely & "