The Mountains of St. Gabriel | The North American Anglican

The Mountains of St. Gabriel | The North American Anglican

by Lubna Haddad Walford I see no shrouded silhouette or trace Of solid might—thick haze conceals The mountains of St. Gabriel again And says they never were; all mist, Your memories of paths perfumed with sage And broom, of hills where our Lord’s candles rise From dagger mounds and where the scrub jays screech