January 11th

Today I saw for the first time,
in so very long,
two brothers having a conversation,
and are getting along.

I heard them talking
of things so simple and sweet
Beyblades, spinning tops
an evening peaceful retreat.

Damp due
hanging thick in the air.
Turns into clean rain
a thunderous affair.

Peppers, carrots,
and even some corn,
taste like summer.
A feeling forlorn.

A bit overwhelmed,
but mostly just tired,
I slip away into the bedroom
where I retire.