Fabulous flecks of feather-white fluff gracefully fall from a frozen sky.
But moisture and cold aren’t quite enough to make water droplets solidify.
Most of those freezing flakes of snow use something alive on which to grow.
Those Jack Frost patterns will only start when a microbe lies at a snowflake’s heart.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Such a lovely poem! I been a little obsessed with Jack Frost since my childhood. I don’t live where it snows and didn’t see actual snow until I was 16 years old. It still fascinates me!