Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Mar 17, 1923To cherry creek – A day when the white fires of March are sweeping over the wide open landscape – Willows gleam with brilliant yellow – March is the month of uncouthness of raw ungoverned power – It is an awkward youth just emerging from boyhood –Crows flying over wide valleys – zigzag patches of snow on the hills – Cold sharp electric with –oily mud – hillsides of raw yellow earth gleaming in the sun – March sunlight is white – it streams endlessly over the land – the wind blows endlessly – Shadows scattering in dry grass – It is the month of eternity –One o’clock in March seems as if it would stay forever –