Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
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Shawn L. Bird 
A wishful heart is often a wistful heart.
Indeed, wistfully wishful.
that’s hard to say three times really fast.
lol
Waiting and wanting…
Yup.
The grey cloak? It covers. Does it covet?
It’s definitely covering! Everything is grey out there. We can barely see across the street.
How can you say so much with only 18 words? Lovely.
Thank you. As I tell my students, “Brevity is an art.”