For summer!

Ah, summer heat that soaks my skin
With golden possibility,
And summer wind that calls, "Begin!"
Then laughs, and wonders why,
Summer leaves that whisper wealth
From indolent facility,
Fruits plump and many with summer's warmth
To fill my hand... And I
Dream lolling clouds above the haze,
My lazy summer fantasies
Of hyacinth flights and marigold days...
I might have been
A butterfly!