Bifor Aprille was the cruellest moneth (whatever that meneth!), it was a moneth of coloures and cries, and pilgrymages.
Hear! Hear! Or as Chaucer would have said (perhaps), “Oyez, oyez!”
One of my favorite poems by Chaucer, read aloud in Middle English:
During April, the Academy of American Poets will e-mail you a Poem a Day. I make no representations to the value or appropriateness of said poems, but you can check out those that have been sent so far this month.