Answer:
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that canβt be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.