Tiny Tent

Snow as hot as fire Melts the flesh In dead winter cold The brittle bones break In a shiver As the sky falls On a tiny tent The wind, a gust blows Like spirals of fire Red as blood Biting as the cold As the sky falls On a tiny tent A child sleeps dreaming Of a cozy fireplace To warm his bare feet While trudging in the snow Choking with a tear While the World is oblivious As the sky falls On the tiny tent Max O'Reilly