Poetry by Judy Davies
Message in a Bottle
Ancient bottle from the sea
What message do you have for me?
Washed ashore, swept in by the tide
A note from the heart is tucked inside
Admonishing me, don’t miss the chance
Or else you’ll have no recompense.
My message keep, your fears assuage,
Find my words of love within each page.
Do not linger; do not tarry,
Hesitate not when it’s time to marry
Lest you end up like me, alone,
Wishing there was a means to atone
For all the heartaches, all the days,
The lifetimes neglected in a thousand ways,
The seagoing trips we missed together,
Afraid to venture into stormy weather.
So come with me now, we’ll sail anew
On a wooden boat, ‘neath skies of blue
Remembering when our love was new
And our world was small, just me and you.
A late day’s walk in the countryside
reveals panoramic color spread far and wide.
As threads intertwined to strengthen a bond
weave a magical tapestry at the wave of a wand.
Fields, like worn fabric, once coarse at the start,
appear refined and beautiful, a sculpture of art.
Patchwork quilt-like the landscape’s ablaze
with vibrant pastures full of grains and maize.
Nature’s paintbrush, delicate to behold,
adds its own touches of red and of gold.
Edges of fringe provide a decorative touch
leading down the path to a small rabbit hutch.
Nearby a water pond reflects and shines,
framed by branches and overhanging vines.
Finished like fine silver set in the fire
till its clear reflection gives cause to admire.
I retreat to my porch swing as a powdery sky
begins to darken and clouds start to cry.
After the rain, God sends a rainbow to play.
Like a naughty paint scraper, darkness wipes it away.
As nighttime descends I think about the fields
and thank God for all that nature’s paintbrush reveals.