Perhaps like you, in my youth I was a poet - well, in the sense that I wrote poems and had some published in my university's literary magazine, Icarus. Then adult life - work, family, taxes, and all that - took over for several decades, and I just read some poetry from time to time. In 2019, when I was 79, a humming bird flew up to me as I was sitting in the garden, hovered, looked me in the face, and flew away. I went inside and wrote my first poem for about 55 years. I haven't stopped. All my poems to date - except those that have been torn up or deleted - are in this little book.
