tempest

tempest

i have always loved

an autumn storm

tearing away

the last vicious heat of summer

battering down

excessive socialising

forcing hipsters

back to their sourdough capital

the touch of nature

against my face

deep inside my soul

reanimates and restores

from the first turning leaf

the first laughing gale

the first misted moon

the first fresh hope

safe inside old stone

lights flicker

as i turn within

and welcome

the charging dark

the sweet

and savage

shortness of light

i love a storm

all the more nowadays

for they are not miscreated

with artificial (un)intelligence

nor coughed up

by leechlike algorithms

nor the warped progeny

of celebrity

i love them

for being one

of a few things remaining

that are real