Summer Traces Poem by Liam ó Comáin

the days are shortening
and the children are as
cute as the primroses
of the last spring

captured by a grey
dampness they occupy
the carpet near to
the englassed fire

observing saoirse
being reprimanded
by his wife due to
his predilection for
a bowl of cornflakes

it is long since mid
summer and as a
season it appeared
to be lacking
in essence

or perhaps i have
embellished the
summer traces of a
long gone august
childhood

perhaps....