Riddles

In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.

In the evening I’m long, in the morning I’m small; When seen in a ballroom, I’m nothing at all.

In the fields a frightful thing. Watch it and you will find, it has a pitchfork in the front, and a broom back behind.

In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?

In the ground I am nothing, but give me time and I’ll be something. What am I?

In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.

In the light, I may reflect. In the dark, I’m cold and wet. What am I?

In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song

In the morning I sing on feathered wing. I soar through the air without a care. What am I?

In the sun it likes to play; In the rain it goes away; Walk or run it always follows; In the mud it always wallows.

In the Tour de France, what is the position of a rider, after he passes the second placed rider?

In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people’s solitude, they keep. What is it?

In two years I know, I’ll be twice as old as five years ago, said Tom. How old is Tom?

In what room a ghost cannot enter?