Stay

And so winter has come,

stealing back that all too powerful hour

and with it,

the light.

Hours pass like silhouettes

through ephemeral days 
that emerge, 

hesitate,

then ruefully shrink away

towards the empty corners

and pointless edges of my room.

All that remains is a stifling gloom,

and sadness,

lying low on bare floorboards.

These walls around me are porous,

life and time seep through them

and away.

Nothing can stay.

©Laura Howard 2012