October Sun

October sun again
Feels like spring this fall day
Promise in the air
A striking breeze
One talked about in high brow low bred circles
Society at large remains a vast, factioned
conglmeration of us all with no visible
connection in a physical world
It's all right here in front of us in a dimension we cannot see
We're all in the twilight zone all the time
High quality hand-me-downs everybody loves
As October winds rise a walnut could kill me
sitting here under the tree
Dead at home in an instant of enjoying the scene
As bad as things are, they could be worse
There's still one thing to be thankful for
Always just take it from here
Choose a plan, a direction, a way
Somewhere in the archives I've got a poem
about the right half I've always liked
Today even more when I see myself in half the context
Now knowing the whole in a passing moment I want to hold onto
yet ever evades me each time I venture near
in my days of survival, sustain
Big steps of the heart always believe in leaps and bounds
pushing off from the turnip point