Luca Flauto's poem speaks directly to Edinburgh, as if the city were a person he adores. It opens with three quick words, "Spooky. Moody. Gorgeous.", and the poem keeps that mix of eerie and beautiful throughout. The speaker loves the city in sunshine, but he is even more taken with its wet streets and rain. Old witch stories still seem to haunt the doubters, who retreat to a fireplace and a cup of Earl Grey.
The speaker's feelings are warm and playful. He treats the cold northern winds as something to wave back at, and he calls the city's special corners a gift. He walks through a park with wild flowers, dancing in the rain and composing the next poem in his head. The Castle becomes a kind of guardian, watching over the people.
The ending is softer and a little uncertain. The sounds of festivals and the call of the forest might be a goodbye, or "a happy ending, maybe." That hesitation leaves a bittersweet, affectionate mood.