Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " earth was white with frost and a blue mist was on the air. Sun, mist thickened was a ball of red. / Thru (sic) Wade Park - blue woods in distance just stirred by sunlight. At the bridge - under the cottonwoods, on whose black trunks the sun-glow cast rings of light, the path covered with ice, was aglare with gold - eastward, the falls of the brook, roared distantly out of the mist, under a thin line of gold. / The icy mud, frozen stiff laced over by spear like cuts, as if a million birds had trampled over it all night. Grass was "