Woven candles inside my mind…Finnish isles abide.

Intricacies.

Familiar sounds, familiar lights, not sure why they come tonight…

Fairy-tale dreams…spruce and pines; lush green hills and azure seas.

Woven candles …lights a-flutter, makes my night a-peaceful handle.

Finnish isles, moon-a full…and candles all a-bloom.

My mind but a whimsical blur?

My mind but a true Finnish isle?

Tonight, ’tis but but a woven candle.

4/20/19

maida isabel