Spring Carnival

Apparently the White Witch scared timid Spring into hiding.  I’ve spent the day mourning the snow, which has fallen steadily for the last 24 hours, and moping around in sweatpants disappointed at the utterly February like picture outside my window.  Hoping Spring works up her courage and by next Saturday we’re all celebrating at the carnival:

The wind blew his bugle,
the rain beat his drum.
The sun, like a herald
cried joyfully, “Come!
Come to the carnival, Spring.”

So the tulips all came
in their dresses of flame,
And a snowdrop was there
with a star in her hair
To dance at the carnival, Spring.

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