Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " delighted me. It cleared the air. / At noon a walk in Lakeview Cemetery. An East wind coming out of the mist grey sky, sending thru (sic) the trees a series of ice-clickings, reminded me of February. The sight of the beautiful bare trees against the sky holds a beauty we never have in summer. The air was fresh but not cold, as if only reminiscent of ice. / Miss Ames in Art History spent the hour trying to learn our definition of spirituality. It was a senseless discussion for what "