April 04, 2017

Geoffrey Chaucer Understood Our Weather—If You Change One Word

When that aprill with his blizzards soote
the droghte of marche hath percèd to the roote,
Than dogges go they forth to play,
And what they thinke, Ich ken ne say.

1 comment:

Henry said...

That's a lot of snow! Hehe don't get lost in there. :)

Have a wonderful day,
Henry