August is a lazy girl--
lazy and yet sweet,
fingers stained with raspberries,
slippers off her feet.
August doesn't care for work,
doesn't care for sport,
doesn't like too serious talk,
bicker or retort,
likes to lie in grasses green,
half-asleep, beguiling.
When you wake her from her doze,
August wakens, smiling.
--Elizabeth Coatsworth
The rest of the Poetry Friday roundup is at Becky's Book Reviews.