skylark trying to be poetic again?

two observations of Friday:

chicory flowers picked up by the delicate breeze soar high above my head and slowly descend into a field of forget-me-nots teased by mounds of daisy petals cascading down the stairs

chilly ocean breezes disquieting dry leaves in a land-locked valley
sounds of autumn on an almost-spring afternoon invaded by a wintry sky


and one from today:

distant clouds ignited by the setting sun
ephemeral flame of grapefruit and lavender