Near the End of the First Winter of My Sixth Decade
Through a brick-lined alley where I read my life’s sentence
I step over a rivulet of snowmelt that flows behind me into the past
walking with an open cup of coffee in a soft cold rain
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Translations from the English 
A toast to you, good sir — much to celebrate, I’m certain! 🙂
I always celebrate feeling winter coming to an end…yet there’s still March to go, and our history is to get one big snow sometime before the seasons change…
Us too! But I’m celebrating anyway. If there’s bright pink quince in the snow, all the better. 🙂 And the daffodils never seem to mind, either.
Almost there !
Ah Jeff, I just love this.
Thanks Len!
Ah….the melting of winter and the sweet aroma of spring within that coffee cup! Smiling I am.
Excellent. And a cup of coffee always aids in reading life’s sentence.
Hallelujah to that.
There’s so much in these three lines, Jeff. Wonderfully done!
Thanks, Robert!
Cant You always get it just right. I do so enjoy your writing. Think I’ll go hold a warm cup of coffee now.
Thanks J!
Love the life’s sentence. Captured the brevity of it all so succinctly.