When autumn leaves carpet the ground, I gather their colours all around. I pull them together, pile by pile, and leave the lawn looking clean for a while

This four letter word for a thick mist, often chemical and usually considered toxic or harmful at least, is a portmanteau of smoke and fog

This zesty delight, makes pies and teas taste just right. Though sour as a grumpy heart, it brings sunshine to a tasty tart.

My rings tell my age, though I cannot speak, you’ll find me in furniture, sturdy and sleek.

Born in the dark of a silent sea, A speck of dust is the start of me. Wrapped in ribbons of glossy white, I leave the ocean to capture light. No diamond's spark, no ruby's gleam, I shine as soft as a nighttime dream. A hidden treasure, a precious prize, Kept in a shell till I meet your eyes