Isn't it a Game?

It’s all the same..snow and ice,
playing it’s deadly winter games.

Glistening out in the lane,
snow covered ice lines the hidden lawns.
As ice greets with the coming dawn.
Isn’t it all but a game?

Water droplets freeze at the slightest touch,
but melts at the sun’s first embrace.

Snowflakes fall in the air with a flourish,
Dancing about with a small twirl,
each dance individually special.

Frozen rain falls like angered tears from those above,
pelting the heads of all of those who walk below.

Isn’t it all but a game,
with snow and ice glistening out in the lane?