Violining. a poem by Catherine Zickgraf

Violining Gusts blow wild sky off its clothes line, and fog soaks into my coat. I lift the gate latch, enter under a canopy of greens and into the courtyard. I stay this January in Carmen de la Victoria, the stone and oak guest house of the Universidad de Granada. Halfway up the river valley,Continue reading “Violining. a poem by Catherine Zickgraf”