Moody, Performing A Sworn DutyA Poem by PeteIs not January the hardest month to get through? When you have weathered that you get into the gulf-stream of winter nearer the shores of spring. - Thoreauseemingly stuck in the past too often turning a cold shoulder its straining sun giving me hope maybe it's a bookmarked, place holder maybe it's a sign of a time growing older maybe it's the last chilling blast maybe it just wants to be seen in a different scope maybe it's a pop quiz maybe it just is what it is short and airy as its finicky, fickle moods vary maybe its like the tooth fairy mourning an overbite relenting at long last trying to rattle me and my windows at night maybe it wants me to open the door and let it in so that finally, face to face, it can make me raise my hand and take the stand, as it questions my faith and sin © 2026 PeteAuthor's Note
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