Summertime Squandered

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