When I come round, colors dance to their end. I've a chill for your bones, plus a cold snap to lend. There's a harvest to reap by my sister's delight, but she'll vanish as soon as the last leaf takes flight. The tell on me's bitter, as one of the four; when I come knocking, you'll shut the door. A watch is set to anxiously wait, as winter is coming, ordained by fate.
What am I referring to?(fill in the blank ;) Answer: Winter!
Fairday's Riddles: Volume I
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62 original riddles and illustrations
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