Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " the silence of the snow. / Now at times a massive flake burst against a branch! / The nuthatch’s note has clung to me, like the snow on the tree-limbs. And I thought of winter-walks in the Dutchman’s. / My mind reverts always to a return at some time to a study of nature afield. Last year it was the same, and I recall with what eagerness I anticipated the summer. Yet as I read the record of my summer trips, in many places I find I "