Sights Aloft  

Fourth I Marched today, for the freshest air,
into the blue, white, and gray intermix
blasting transpiration through my hair
as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks
step by obstreperous step to the fore,
as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse
to mark some bootless barometric score
in the fluxion dynamic universe
where inspiration is the first to flow...
...in myriad crepuscularities...
perceived as a most ethereal show
in thermic air current disparities,
as uplifting to a vernal feather...
as the forthwith march of words together!