When the Snow Falls

When the Snow Falls

A Poem by Alexanne Dauntless

When the snow falls, I think of you. 

I think of your smile, your sparkling teeth. 
I think of your eyes, mellow... deep. 

The world is asleep today.
The clouds have kept the sun away. 
We were like two adventurers roaming deserted lands. 

For hours we'd walk, staring in awe. The crystalized trees, the frozen white ground. 
The sun came through and our world caught on fire. Everything sparkled and shimmered. 

When the snow falls, I think of you. 

I remember marshmellowed hot chocolate. 
Disney movies into the afternoon. 
Reading Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys
watching the snow fall more. 

When the snow falls, I think you. 

I remember going to you. 
The snow covered the stone with a cold blanket. 
Even a blanket this cold must be warmer than your cold body. 
The tears I cried were warm. 

Whenever the snow falls, I miss you. 

© 2010 Alexanne Dauntless


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This is sad and beautiful at the same time!! I love it...

'I remember marshmellowed hot chocolate.
Disney movies into the afternoon.
Reading Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys
watching the snow fall more.'

Somehow, this made me feel like it was MY memory, like I was there. Very vivid, very real. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This was sad and beautiful at the same time...the imagery was so vivid and real I felt as though it was MY memory, like I had been there. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is sad and beautiful at the same time!! I love it...

'I remember marshmellowed hot chocolate.
Disney movies into the afternoon.
Reading Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys
watching the snow fall more.'

Somehow, this made me feel like it was MY memory, like I was there. Very vivid, very real. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vivid picture of snow fall and its effect on mind in absence of your beloved one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me of my grandpa and stepdad. They both used to take me for walks in the snow when I was little. They're both gone now.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


When the snow falls, I think you.

I remember going to you.
The snow covered the stone with a cold blanket.
Even a blanket this cold must be warmer than your cold body.
The tears I cried were warm.
I loved these lines, great poem, i'm gonna read your some more stiffs.....97.9 / 100 :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very well written. Always a fan of a sentamental write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aw that is really sad, sweet, i like the last sentence the best, whenever the snow falls, i miss you. very good

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This sounds like the memories of a child. The snow brings the memories back, and the feelings they invoke. Sad and beautiful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how throughout the poem you have - "When the snow falls, I think of you" and at the end it goes to "Whenever the snow falls, I miss you." It ties it together wonderfully.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm not one for poetry, but this is incredibly sweet and touching. I like the repetition of the line, "When the snow falls, I think of you" and then at the end you change its' pattern to "Whenever the snow falls, I miss you". It's sad, but relatable. Captures the feeling of truly missing someone when you recall these small memories that would otherwise seem insignificant to outsiders.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Alexanne Dauntless
Alexanne Dauntless

Dresden, Sachsen, Germany



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I am twenty-nine years old, and live in Dresden. I consider myself a writer; not merely one who writes and creates because it’s fun, but because I have no other choice. It is a drive within m.. more..

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