47 Riddles about Snow

Winter might be over for some folks, but that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate the frosty fun of snow with some brain-teasing riddles!

Grab a hot cocoa, snuggle up by a blanket fort (or the real thing, if you’re lucky enough to have some leftover snow!), and get ready to test your wintery wit with these riddles about everyone’s favorite fluffy white stuff.

We’ve got easy ones for the little snowflakes, medium ones to challenge your brain muscles, and even a few trickier ones to really make you think.

Let the chilly fun begin!

Snow-Related Riddles

I am not a bird, but I can fly. I am not a fruit, but I can be round. In summer I die, but in winter I am found. What am I?
What falls in winter but never gets hurt, and it’s not rain nor a dessert?
I am white when I am dirty, and black when I am clean. What am I?
I come down, but I never go up. I am not rain, but I am often in a cup. What am I?
I am a white field, but no one plows me. What am I?
Fluffy and white, drifting in flight, landing softly day or night. I disappear when held tight. What am I?
I build up castles, I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, but help others to see. What am I?
What can you catch but not throw, especially during the cold winter months?
Small, white, and might give a fright, I vanish when the sun shines bright. What am I?
I dress in white, not black, I prefer the cold, not the heat, and I disappear when the world gets warm. What am I?
What goes up when the snow comes down?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, yet powerful enough to sculpt mountains. What am I?
What’s white and goes up when it gets hot?
Often seen in winter’s embrace, I sparkle and shine; but if you touch me, I vanish without a trace. What am I?
I am a king who wears no crown, ruling a kingdom that swiftly goes down. What am I?
I am often followed, yet never chased. In a storm, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
I start with an “S”, end with a “W.” I am full of flakes, but I’m not cereal. What am I?
White and cold, and if you wait, I’ll be hard and bold. What am I?
I’m seen in the winter, but I’m not a coat. I’m made at night, but melt in the day. What am I?
I cover the earth, a blanket of white, but if the sun shines, I say goodnight. What am I?
Silent and soft, I fall from the sky. The colder it gets, the more I multiply. What am I?
You can slide on me, but not in the sand. I’m usually found in a winter wonderland. What am I?
Light as a feather, there’s nothing inside. I start off big, but end up small. What am I?
I have a heart that doesn’t beat, and in the winter, I’m a treat. What am I?
I hang out where it’s cold, but I’m not a coat. I have a carrot for a nose, but I’m not a rabbit. What am I?
You see me at the end of a storm, often bright and full of form. What am I?
I’m a natural blanket, yet I’m not a sheep’s coat. I’m seen in the winter, but I’m not a moat. What am I?
I’m not a tree, but I have many needles. I’m not a doctor, but I have many patients. What am I?
Formed in the clouds, I fall to the ground. Many fear my arrival, for I blanket the town. What am I?
I’m made by children, but I’m not a mess. I’m found in the winter, but I’m not a cold. What am I?
I’m cold and I sparkle, but I’m not a diamond. I’m a natural phenomenon, but I’m not a rainbow. What am I?
I’m not a bird, but I can spread my wings. In the cold, I glide without strings. What am I?
I wear a jacket that’s white, not black. I disappear when warmth I lack. What am I?
I’m sometimes a ball, but I don’t bounce or roll. In a winter fight, I’m often thrown. What am I?
Cold and crisp, I touch your face. I’m gone with the sun, leave without a trace. What am I?
I twirl in the air, but I’m not a leaf. In a winter wonderland, I bring brief relief. What am I?
I’m a blanket over the land, but I’m not made of wool. I’m loved by children, for I make the holidays cool. What am I?
I’m seen after a storm, sparkling in light. I’m not a star, but I’m just as bright. What am I?
I’m often around, but I’m hard to hold. I’m light in weight, and in the cold, I’m bold. What am I?
You see me on slopes, but I’m not a tree. I’m used for fun, in the cold, you’ll see. What am I?
I’m not a bear, but I hibernate. In warm weather, you’ll find I vacate. What am I?
I am a house that’s cold, not hot. I’m made of blocks, but I’m not a robot. What am I?
I’m not a witch, but I have a broom. In the winter, I’m a common sight in the gloom. What am I?
I drape the hills in a blanket of white. I’m not a painter, but my touch is light. What am I?
I can be a queen but I’m not royalty. In a world of white, I stand tall with loyalty. What am I?
I’m seen at night, but I’m not a star. I glow in the dark, from near and far. What am I?
I’m not a snake, but I coil and bend. In the cold, I’m a slippery friend. What am I?