HI! My name is Joanne Mason-Lee, otherwise known as Stormy
here on the Net. I was born on a little island off the coast
of Newfoundland, Canada, called Bell Island and moved here to Ontario
at the early age of 8 yrs old. I am married and my husband Bill
and I have 3 beautiful daughters, Jocelyn, Megan, and Courtney.
Though my spare time is very limited, I devote as much time as
I can find to my one love other than my family, my writing.
As a young girl in school one of my first literature assignments was
a piece of poetry by Robert Frost. Although it wasn't till many years
later that I began to write myself, it was then that I began to understand
what a special form of self expression poetry is.
For me poetry is just that, my own unique form of self expression.
It is me soaring above life and leaving the confines of all that keeps
me grounded. Poetry is my wild exotic release, my grand passion,
and each one of my poems a gentle, but very distinct whisper of my heart.
For those of you who would like to read some of my work, there is plenty
here for your enjoyment. Each page has been specifically designed to suit the poetry
selections of that page and the music lends to the perfect atmosphere.
I do hope you will relax and enjoy, while visiting The Winds Of Change.
Feel free to email me with your critique and or suggestions and
please don't forget to sign my "GUESTBOOK".
Lastly...all of the poetry written by me is copyrighted and written
exclusively for this site. Please do not borrow or display without my
express written permission.
Thank You for stopping by.........Stormy
like tender loving
the storm brews slowly
building gradually
growing in intensity
all is still
all is silent
suddenly Thunder rears his powerful head
claiming the night as his own
he prowles the night sky
ever mindful
of the charge in the air
she is close
he waits
without warning she springs forth
Lightning licks through the night
willful and strong
she entices him to engage
in the dance of the storm
for a brief moment in time they merge
liquid fire coarses through the night
illuminating
in all its magnificence
their union
they spar
each creating
an inevitable reaction in the other
building together toward a climax
a sublime release
the storm rages on
ultimatly
in the final moments
the world shatters
great clouds open
the sky quakes
and torrents of rain spill forth
a final burst of energy
spent
they fall silent
the storm sleeps