The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin.
Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
Comments (7)
"Feel the Dark take note" is so haunting.
I do believe in spirits, so this three little lines felt especially haunting.
Oh boy, I don't know if I'm brave enough!
Oh, so many possibilities after the dark takes note! Great haiku, Hannah!
Oooo, that last line, I especially loved that!
Ooooo, yes! I like this one! Way to go, Hannah!
This is spooky as hell, Hannah, but did you mean to write sprits instead of spirits? Good luck on the challenge!