The Cradle

~The Cradle~ Leafless arms extend full length. Embracing in their curves an empty cradle Tucked into a cozy arbor still lingering With the scent of apple blossoms full grown Crafted from borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon and Pillows of soft green moss That cradled three tiny eggs, color borrowed from the sky, Growing into a promise of soaring into sunlight, Waiting within the guardian Now dreaming through frozen nights - Sanctuary, decorated with frozen dew, Quietly brooding- Ready to receive the kiss of Heaven’s blessing - Listening for the flutter of first heartbeats And newborn wings – Hope giving birth When daylight lifts up hands to push aside the darkness, Witness of the cradle born again From borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon Redecorated with pillows of soft moss.