Crisp and Crazy

Georgia Iris-Szawaryn

After months of chaos,
weeks of torture,
days as long as years,
years as short as minutes,
it has come.
The season of sanity,
the air cool as a cucumber,
not the dragon’s breath
we melted in all day long.
I can feel the change coming,
the calm before the storm.
I hope this time lasts
a good long while
because I hate being stuck
in time like I’ve been
for the past six millennia.
I can stand life now,
with the ability to enjoy
moments like this.
It will keep me level
for a while, I hope.
I must take advantage of this
before the lakes freeze over,
the ground becomes grey
and dead,
before everything dies
with my soul.