Sometimes on the grass, when the air gets cold. When it comes from a mountain it tastes sweet.

My touch brings forth the automnal decay. In my breath I carry the winter brisk. If you find me do not cry and whine. It's not my place to decide when spring or summer come for you. You can only accept what lays beyound. Who am I?

A ring, relatively small in nature, with small green plates littering my innards. Home to leapers, delvers, and more, yet ever tranquil and unmoving, til disturbed by man or nature.

Biblically, I’m the cause of Adam and Eve’s fall from grace In plumbing, I’m used to loosen clogs in a tight space Alternatively, you may get called me if you do something two-faced.

guard your head from skyward tears and fiery beams alike, a shield above your dwelling height.