On Snow and Flame

There are dried flowers in the candle
White; purple stars
With faces pressed to the glass
Looking out at the raining
 
Snowflakes
Faster than my thoughts 
That flurry, only.
 
​I focus on the flame, 
O​r try to -
The contentment of a fallen crystal.
But still
Wishes circle.
 
Melting meets melting.
​Yet what could be 
Won't settle.

LJ Ireton 2024