Horizon mark

A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
mark a new season that  is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.

Surrounded

Time is not wasted,
As you think,
While staring at the horizon of today.
The mountains lay closer
And clouds are covering the sparse houses
And their lights.
Today, the valley is narrow
And hugs me with no escape.