I bring in the water, but I do not bring in the snow. You associate me with waves.

Capsules of time, I have helped safely stow. I make space with my head for new flowers to grow. I can hide or uncover what lies down below. The more you heave-ho, the deeper I go.

Winter’s chill brings this coat to foxes, the moon casts this shiny ray. Jewelry kept in jewelry boxes, the foil to the golden day.

I splash and play where cold seas lie, or close a letter with a waxen tie. I certify or fasten with grace, and sometimes show my flippered face.

I can be both sweet and sour, I make certain people cower. I am quite famous in stories and tales. My seed, when potent, can turn people pale.