I have a face but never smile, Two hands that race but stay awhile. I talk without a single sound, Tell you you’re late, then just sit around. What am I?

I hold your thoughts in chalky white, erase me gently, and I’m blank as night. A thousand lessons may pass through, yet each swipe lets me start anew.

Snow white's posse , gender swapped The cusp of a day, for each day of the week Indistinguishable when mirrored

Slippery thread in a watery lane, a fish that moves like a twisting chain. What am I?

One of four that make up the the year, a renewal of sorts, as things warm up a little. One to help things go up and down, it keeps the tension up, while being pushed down. Last is back to the first, but with your clock, you don't fall back, you...