In winter's breath, unique you'll find, A dainty dance on breezes kind. Falls from the sky, a lacey guise, Melts in a wink, a fleeting prize.

November has claimed me, to those born within I am bound. A colorless stone, imperfections dress me in colors all around.

I house the feathered, yet I am not the sky, Where singers and gliders safely gather high. A roof of wire or glass, a domain of song, Name my six letters, where do the warblers belong?

A six letter word for a six legged creature, seems fitting. It's a very broad classification of type of animal, but a lot of people fear them. Many of them either fly or crawl, some can do both. Also, they bite.

Mountains birthed me, wind made me fly, I drown your feet where oceans lie. Kids build castles from my skin, Time itself is trapped within. What am I?