Lazy Days

The lazy, languid August days
Foretell the mist autumn haze
Which soon the summer sky will glaze.
The locusts call both day and night;
The ants are storing all in sight
As birds prepare for southward flight.
I cannot bring myself to stir
Because on these days I prefer
To drift along and dream awhile
And bask in summer's final smile.

~ Mrs. Garnet Alley Hampton