A failing forecast

You are a late autumn sky
Offering glances of sun
Retreating
Leaving me cold
As the wind picks up


I lift my face to the glow
Hoping
Stay
As the clouds scud back
And I stand
Waiting
Watching
For one more revelatory moment


I can never predict
Warmth or snow
Can never dress for the occasion
A failing forecast


I want to go inside
But I can't stop standing here
In anticipation