Blanketed With Joy

Blanketed By Joy If only your blanket did not extend to my drive way. It was but an hour ago, I pulled back your cover. Now I must go out again. Why do I curse you? You spread before me like a miracle, all things purified. You provide a translucent blanket of white. children know your beauty. Why do I curse you? I choose to stay here in my insulated castle looking at artificialy created flames, while drinking my instant coffee. Still you call to me “Grab that shovel, build a fort. Reclaim your youth! Be the dad you wished for.” A hockey wrink awaits me outside my front door, no skates required. I Join in the laughter, shaking the snow from my furrowed brow. I Toss handfulls of fluffy snow from the ground. I see my smile on their faces. I truly am blanketed by joy. How can something so cold warm me so?