Letting Life Lead
It doesn’t make any sense
the calendar we all use.
Days of the week never sure;
names of the months all askew.
Three six five split evenly;
twenty-eight days plus just one.
Each month’s days shown just the same.
Divide by seven and we’re done.
Four weeks for each month exact.
Each date on the same week day.
Just one extra month to name.
Call it Ember. Whatdya say?
Let March be the first month, see?
Then October will be eight
and December ten. Easy!
Winter will come at year’s end
rather than the start — and how!
The extra day stands alone;
day zero the year starts now.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Chronicles of a White Trash Hoe's Attempt to Climb the Social Ladder
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.