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WAITING FOR AUTUMN.
We just had the Autumnal Equinox,
so it must be Fall somewhere,
just not yet here in Florida.
I still celebrate my favorite season.
Autumn is my favorite time of year,
a season of moods.
The first chill after summer has worn out its welcome,
that’s when I feel the holidays coming on.
Not that we do any big celebrating these days,
but it’s the remembering of celebrations past,
and those who were with us during good times.
The empty places at our table.
I write more songs during the remnants of the year,
when emotions are nearer to the surface,
the past is just over our shoulder,
and old voices whisper in our ear.
One winter, when it was minus 35 degrees and windy in Minnesota,
Misty and I stayed in a cement floor cabin on a lake shore.
I heard what sounded like whale sounds.
It was the frozen lake groaning as it expanded.
We had recently had such bad times that we were thankful to be there
with friends close by at Christmas.
We didn’t mind the cold.
We have had a life, so far, full of ultra-highs and ultra-lows…
from homelessness on the street
to the whirlwind of big time show business.
Now It’s quiet.
And we have enough money to last us the rest of our life,
unless we buy something.
Home is wherever Misty is.
© 2009, 2018.
Home Page: http://www.jackandmisty.net
Billboard Duet of the Year, Grammy and CMA Finalists.
© Jack Blanchard, 2018.