A Walk To Uunisaari

There are no ships 
in this harbour
in this toned-down,
muffled season.

Water half frozen,
as a distant flame 
lights a sauna
with a red haze.

Like life made small,
concentrated,
shrinking into a spore,
to resist the cold.

Merely dimmed
but not dead,
ready to blaze 
as is spring again.

A picture suspended
in space and time,
a souvenir
for my inner eye.