A magician uses me on cards A mystic may consult me And at times I may be your best frond

Cold giant creeping, Grinding rock, pushing grime. Melt water seeping, Lost to climate and time.

I come ‘round twice, and they say I’m blue. So I disappear, And now I’m new

I share my name with a deadly sin, but I am not always of moral kin. People often see me in animal form or combine their nature with me.

I steal your words when I grab your tongue. You take my fur when there’s more solutions than one. My curious nature will do me in. You can try to herd me, but you’ll never win.