From my granite perch, in coolness of morning dew and first trills and cantatas of feathered visitors, staring through leaf and windflowers to tangling vine I wondered of the many others I could not see who were also in this unknowing, undefined next series of moments, the desire for strong defense while waiting in this uncalm. I can feel them, feel their heat , their touch absorbing friendship's balm, the spirit swells... the ethereal spirit of more hours to move unfastened, and now dear friend I add your face and smile and future fruitfulness to those I wish nourishment and strong winds of healing, strength rich in every vein and soon the return of unrepentant ebulliance, the Michael we know and love....,
My love,
Patricia