Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " The steady wind of yesterday has hard the snow’s surface. Going down the meadow to the “Brook” weeds are bristled with fern like plinths of frost. The Brook was fairylike, - the black ice dotted with white bunches of fernlike frost. Here and there the water gave forth solitary warbles, like a blackbird’s liquid call. / Unsuccessful in my search for cress I proceed eastward. Near a fence I notice the snow surface asparkle with frost-plinths. I wondered a moment then "