I didn’t write this poem, but thought I’d share it.
A sweet breeze ruffles the leaves, green and red, with golden edges.
The window screen is silvered by the sunlight.
The clouds languish beyond the rooftops, feeling the warmth, unwilling to move.
We climb the stairs, not haltingly, but with purpose, enjoying the strength of our legs and our lungs.
We move forward, with resolve.