Lesley Irene Shore

Lesley Irene Shore

Darkness

Darkness

The Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. Leaves no longer rustle in the wind, they lie on the ground. When the wind whooshes, barren branches sway and bend. Trees may groan and snap, but they don’t rustle in winter. Quietude pervades winter’s woods....
Sap Rising

Sap Rising

I sit in my kitchen sipping maple sap, staring at the landscape constantly transforming before my eyes while contemplating the spring equinox.  During the past few weeks, I’ve experienced warm weather melting the blizzard’s huge snowfall, followed by a snowy...