Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), North Wind in March, 1960-66; watercolor, 47 1/2 x 59 1/2 inches; OMAA Permanent Collection, Museum of Art of Ogunquit
Charles Burchfield, Journals, March 23, 1911
Monday, March 23, 2020
Roar and bluster, wild Aquilo,
Dash and puff and coldly blow;
Toss and whirl the flying snow
Make oaks creak,
And the roughened country bleak.
Murmer down the sooty chimneys,
Whistle thru the gaunt bare trees,
Upon the trembling houses seize;
Bend the willow
Rushing o’er the white land go.
Hasten snow-clouds, rush on high
Madly dash across the sky
While the shivering earth doth sigh;
Loom and tear,
Fill the air,
Hover o’er fields and forests bare.
Whirling capering flakes of white
snatch the earth and sky from flight.
Cold winds call
Whilen dark green pine-trees tall.
Vanish Sun, hide your rays;
Valiant birds of early days,
Cry and shiver in your maze;
High and low
Scatters cold; and bitter snow.
Thus did March, with merry smile
The cold and blustery winds beguile
Dashing down a forest aisle,
Glad and gay,
All the way,
Calling wintry storms to play
- Tristram Tindle
This poem almost perfectly describes to-day – a wild stormy day, with cold winds, whirling snow and wild cloudy skies. At night the clouds disappeared and left the cold starry sky overhead.
Charles E. Burchfield, March 23, 1911