Summertime Squandered (poetry)

If I could go back

to days of sunshine

with glittering streams

of light thru trembling leaves

sparkling upon blades of green

Surely I would

lie in the sun

bask in the glory

feel the heat

of golden rays of yesterday

I would never again

squander my time

wallowing away my days

trapped in my head

hiding away from the world

The beauty of fall

is no surrogate

for the resplendence,

the decadence

of summer on my skin