Waiting in the Long Heat

Waiting in the long heat

for help with my stranded car,

I raise the bonnet for shade

and perch on the bumper bar.

I settle and look up.

Blue sky and a beautiful tree

straight in front of my gaze
are sweet and calming to me.

Submitted for Poets United's Verse First ~ Gifts and Blessings.

August Wind

August wind.

Each year I forget

until it begins.

A sudden flurry.

'Is that rain?' I think,

but it's not. It's the air 

stirring, no longer inert.

It wakes with a rush —

excitement or dread? —

and the blood responds.

Submitted for Poets United's Verse First ~ Difficulty. The challenge is: Write a poem, no more than three stanzas, that is completely free of "gratuitous, show-offy, camouflaging" text.