Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Mar 12, 1922; Sitting by the roaming rapids, that glitter white in the sunlight – The fields glisten with only mud – The ground around sends up a sticky sound of melting frost –Spiders are abroad in dry grass – A morning cloak butterfly – A songsparrow –The roar of the rapids – it holds me spellbound – thought ceases & yet is scattered to the far horizons where the white flames of March fires are burning– ; ; ______________ The white flames of March fire flicker like lightning over the black wastes of winter – ; ; ______________The side of a hillside is warm like a grate (sic) fire –