Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " & all mushrooms which grow on wood are edible. / Clouds become finally impenetrable & sweep by all afternoon & evening. The sun is gone. The day is dark & it is cold but I feel strangely elated. Cold weather always has this for me. Were it not for the clouds there would be frost. People in autos & donned overcoats & winter hats. / Fissures in clouds at night are moonlit so that moon seems all over the sky. / Sparrows in poplars at Baptists church have chattered every evening since I first "