Frost and Her Sisters

She appeared in the middle of a snowflake Most could not see her, but the fey always can She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet? They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could The faeries were finished until the next snowfall