In the Dread of Winter’s Grip by Louise Gallagher November 2020 An arctic wind nips in eager expectation of the sun’s waning light as shadows lengthen and geese fly south in sisterly formation beneath a moody November sky. And memories of summer blooms fade in the lengthening shadows that herald the approach of winter's kisses. Silently, as vapid sunshine seeps stealthily across the far horizon a frosty chill descends upon the pristine stillness of a wintery landscape lulled to sleep beneath a blustery grey sky. And the promise of spring waits patient deep beneath the silence of snow falling into the dread of winter’s grip.
