Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " in puffs and lulls; the trees wave back and forth violently against the sky and are next motionless and instantly the wind is heard roaring far to one side. Such a wind can only belong to Spring. There is a sense of blowing far far away as it rushes into the sunlit east and the desire is to go with it. The air is full of sounds - trains seem to roar on all sides. A train whistle startles & stirs one as does a bird’s song. / The distant trees are full of blue and violet, against which the waving closer trees form a golden blur. When but a small boy "