figuring it out

The weather has changed 4 times since staring out my window

Snowy

Sunny

Rainy

Cloudy

back and forth they jump as I stare

at the trees that climb to the sky

the birds hopping branch to branch, unsure of what to think,

the same as I,

about mother nature's indecision

as I sit in my warm bed with my own clouds in my own head

my only choice but to look up and out

through my small square window

hoping that one day my own clouds will pass