Poem Category: All

from a birth slap
the distance
to the first cry

frogs leaping
the distance
in the sounds of water

perfumed roses
the distance
our tot will tip-toe

buoy lights
the distance
the harbour glitters

faces in a window
the distance
the moon shines mine

star-peppered
the distance
a frog scatters the pond

the distance
between blue moons
down the stone well

when tides call
the distance
the tiny turtles follow

sunset on fire
the distance
my shadow creeps

violin concerto
the distance
between each note