stand in one spot long enough
and you can watch
the passage of time
the shadow spinning
around the trunk of a tree
like a slow drunk
but what substance, shadow
what substance
only this
–the chill of stepping into you,
–the graying of colors,
–the long dead dust of the sun
settling on your shoulders
and drying you out
Words and Feathers 
Wow!
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it.
I did!
That’s a great title. A poem in itself. (K)
Thank you!
Great work!
Thank you š