Surprise! The fruit you picked up isn't actually fruit. It's me! I'm sweet and a little nutty. My name can be traced back to bread and a spring month, or fall. You'll see my cousins made with apricot or peach hearts. I tend to hang about more during the holidays and for celebrations, decorating and flavoring the cakes!

On the wall or on your phone Tells you to be somewhere or be at home The mayans had one that said In year two thousand and twelve we'd all be dead

We are a pair of identical twins who never part, yet we have no heart. We both have necks but never a head, and we’re always empty when you’re in bed.

I dance across a blank white space, colours bloom where I embrace. Bristles at hand, imagination’s rush, what am I that makes the canvas blush?

It's a fire? No, it's a stone What is it?