Giddy up

To mark our shadows on horse-and-cart streets.
To connect with the old, forgotten and ridiculously discarded.
To yield to autumn.
To snatch the aurora when solar flares blast bright.
To wrap in comfort with down and wool.
To be windswept.
To wake up before the sun does.
To applaud the spring berries and bulbs of obscene contrast and colour.
To beshadowed by oaks, elms and chestnut.
To sweat with intent.
To scorch our toes on sand so hot.
To explore and recast ourselves.
To welcome a new little city.
Giddy up.