I thought I would post the first poem I had published. I wrote this poem during a very bad storm we had in 2000 in my coastal town. I sat wondering what it must be like to be a fisherman caught in the storm looking to shore.. I won a Editors Choice award for this poem.
November coastal blow, gale splash
fishermen's view, white caps dance.
Steamy head erupt, Mt. Fuji tremble.
Tide buds, shore snowflakes fly,
bird's wing broken, falling, die .
Yellow lantern glisten, candle glow
wind to breeze, dawn, fog.