Death's Dimensions

I measure death

By the shadows of my house

And the dimensions of my room

And its measure has become

 Different

From what once they were

The walls have shrunk

The spaces enclosed

By smaller walls

And now shadows

Creep over everything

And hang about my house

Like an off white

Dust shroud 

Chasing out the sunlight

Slanting sharply 

Through the window blinds

Striking angularly

Against floors and furniture

And I muse to myself

So like a coffin

This dwelling place

 Has now become

So comfortable

A place to hide

And the shadows

Reaching across the spaces

Have since become

A comforting

Satin-lined

Emptiness

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2006