Poetry of leap years and days
Thirty days has September,
April, June and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone,
Which has twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
I was reminded of this old rhyme when I switched on my computer this morning and realised that I’d forgotten the leap year.
We get a whole extra day – to do what? In my case much as I always do; write, cook, gardening – perhaps not today as it’s so cold, read – currently A Killing Frost by R D Wingfield and fiddle about – something I’m good at.
I thought I’d see if anyone has commemorated this calendrical oddity in verse.
Hello Poetry has a section on leap year poetry. Some of the poems don’t seem to have much to do with the date, but perhaps something that only occurs occasionally stimulates the imagination to look at other rare happenings.
Let’s be like leap year.
Let’s leap through time
A nice idea from Monkey Zazu.
Reading Juice is well into the spirit of things with all kinds of leaping, not just the day. Kangaroos, frogs, crickets and others get in on the leaping, hopping, jumping act.