Winter Shuffle

When winter woke and dealt its hand It froze the heart of Cumberland. The icy air dispersed in spades To twist and cut like razor blades. Small pools of water turned to glass To shine like diamonds in the grass. And freezing sprays from waterfalls Formed icicles on dry stone walls. When nature's breath turned all air warm The earth embraced another form. The snow that fell - now sadly gone, Produced a land that looked as one. The elements of that year's weather Clubbed the fells and fields together. Perhaps mankind might do the same And follow suit. And raise its game?