Against the back drop of green leaf copses, 

dulcet bird chirp, and  bubbling  pavement fountains, 

that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper, 

to follow street signs on my ritual trek to work,

 with a  hearty ample gusto and potent verve,

metal  pointer to destination a micro mirror on surround, 

stoic indicator of  known direction that upright,

ubiquitous  unique urban stylish compass, 

clustered by  behemoth scenic grandeur,

 at its fresh and  fragrant mint spring zenith,

and those surging throngs who sashay in brisk step,

rimmed  patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed, 

as I am whilst counting on that reference point, 

that  fixed point usher, informative ally,

that deep-dyed friend at each crossroad,

 safe in the knowledge of  doorstep arrival, 

and in tandem with some spotless day,

 heroic toil in  constant bright prospect,

how symbolic are these pathway guide rails,

 to one who warms to flagship growth,

in its august transit on fervent foot slog,

 pitfall strewn road of  sheer expertism,

pole mounted emblems, silent sentry solid, 

detail for me on daily route without waver,                                                           to muse, reflect, enthuse on chapter ripe  simile,   terse life token for the yet to be completed cycle,          where analogy is typified but oft so misconstrued,  coincidence, happenstance by foot or by wheel,               skewed secret elemental scheme at dim veil core,           
tip, counsel, auspice, yardstick, beyond outer limit