If my first was a, I'd be frozen sap, But spelled as I am, I'm the heart of the hearth.

I am a wooden shaft with long teeth most commonly used by farmers. I am often mistaken for a garden fork. What am I?

Circuitous creation, delicate yet defiant, spun in solitude by a silent sentinel. Aerial architecture, capturing the curious, hidden in corners, unseen yet omnipresent.

I sail past the rock and gaze at the flying flock Eyes as wet as my sock Behind me I hear a knock It's half past six o'clock So I turn my boat and we head back towards the fishing - ?

An igloo, or maybe a yeti. Either way, you’ll find it’s chilly.