Twelve of us all around. I'm the one that chills the ground. Mid-way though you'll feel the nip and know you're in for a winters trip. Minds are buzzing when I call; time to leap into fall. A warm spell may sneak in, but bitter winds are bound to win.
What am I referring to? Answer: September!
Make time to riddle and rhyme!
62 original riddles and illustrations
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