Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " blue sky appeared, the lower edge of the grey mass whitened and as the sun boomed forth, the wind swept suddenly out of the very sky and rushed across the land; the dull green grass became alive and rippled like fire, lit up with a myried (sic) glint-spots; - the trees wet tossing branches were in a whorl of high-lights, like a million spiderwebs. The air was so fresh and pure it seemed born of the sunlight itself. / At night the last few clouds - like white snow around the half "