Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " ward. Soil had been sprinkled with white fertilizer so they showed plainly. Few short spaces over the ground, appearing like leaves blown by a fitful breeze over frozen ground. / People who prate about vulgarity are themselves the essence of vulgarity. Refined people never speak of it & see less than those who talk of it. / Moon different every night. This is the great harvest moon. Tonight it shines from a cloud bespattered sky and is surrounded by a yellowish glowing circle, "