Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " are reminded of fall. Fall & winter then exist only on cloudy days. / Rain falls about 4:00 clears air. Breeze from N.E. Cold. / My mind grows very uncomfortable at times, as tonight. I am haunted by the thought that the poetry in me is rapidly dying out i.e - that last year or the year before I saw more beauty in nature, or with a more innocent eye. / Perhaps I expect great returns all at once from merely looking towards an ideal. Perhaps as I travel towards it, poetry will re- "