Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " apple-tree and listened to the wind, as it spun the finely glittering snow over the endless field; and watched the start-ling writhing glint limbs, where the sun polished the ice-caps into a glare. Heaven was being recreated for me. Here someday, in the midst of nature I must finally seek my abode for here it is I am at perfect peace with myself. I care not that I love not the companionship of my fellowmen. / The drifting snow was irresistable (sic) - how wonder- "