Adirondack Autumn (Snippets Of His Glory While I Wait 1996 Chapbook)
Poem By Bill Grace
The mountain flames
In fire brush orange and tincture's gold,
Green malt the hills with pastel flecks
Where slate white birches
Column cathedrals of another order,
Whose luminescent leaves reveal
God's power as a simple thing.
Sunlight on a leaf that dwarfs the beauty
Of Europe's finest glass and foretells in barren form
An endless summer.