Summertide Sunset

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
May/June 2012

By Nastassja Carusetta

On cool summer nights,
My grandpa and I sit out
On the back porch.
We look at the sky,
And together,
We watch the sun go down.
Quiet while we think, we sip our tea,
Pondering the world about us.
I gaze into my mug,
Staring at my dim reflection.
Blowing softly on the smooth glassy surface,
I make the dark water ripple.
Looking up again, I watch the pink clouds
As they cushion the sun’s descent.
I take in the beauty all around us.
So much of it, we take for granted.
My grandfather is silent,
While we listen to the sounds of our world.
His face is serene as he rocks
In his wooden chair,
And sips his steaming tea.
Together we look out at the rolling hills,
Sharing our favorite time together.
Gazing at a summertide sunset,
We sit,
And we listen,
And we treasure a moment,
Side by side.

Summertide Sunset Nastassja Carusetta

Nastassja Carusetta, 13
South Pasadena, California

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