A snowstorm lives inside me, but you can hold me in one hand and make the storm stop. What am I?

I am a plant that hangs above a doorway, and tradition says people may share a kiss beneath me. What am I?

I carry a brown river to the table, but I never leave dry land. What am I?

I sit at the table with your name on me, but I am not a plate and I am not a person. What am I?

I sing at night, jump in the grass, and rub my wings to make music. What am I?

I look like a tiny bird on your screen and follow your mouse movements, but I never flap my wings. What am I?

What book writes about you without holding a pen?

I seem to change shape through the month, but I stay round. What am I?

I travel faster than anything else and help your eyes see. What am I?