Answer:
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?