The wind is bringing a song today,
A hopeful song — a new rounde-lay.
It whispers Spring is about to be
Ushered in with a melody
From larks and robins in greening trees —
Now bare and grey in the chilling breeze.
Yes, Spring is coming, soon all may know
That bluebells live through the ice and snow.
An early spring photo from my morning walk and a poem written by my grandmother, Maude Osmond Cook…