Writing on the Wall

Stamen limbs held me close
when the world was cold,
even the winter, brittle femurs
made me feel at home.

Sap infused arms kept me
in air of hope and promise,
even the pine cones knew
my teenager, girly secrets.

Maple shades sweetened
my bitter, fetter heart,
summer reds and green leaves
my pardon of resent.

Boxwood houses knew me
and guarded my mercy,
nature was my bracelet and
my life's omen.