Unison

The fire burns, birch and maple

To black

And long extends my moments,

For time like wood exhausts

Too quick

My years, my body—abhorrent.

 

This room grows cold and then,

My love,

Our shadows roll congruent,

For dark will hold though time

Doth wane

Thy fondness reigns triumphant.


This poem first appeared on John Blase's blog. was kind enough to feature one of my new poems on his website. HERE. 

 

Timothy Willard loves to sit with his wife by the bonfire and make up stories about Tom the Backyard-Badger for his three lovely daughters. When he's not carving up the Appalachian Mountains on his Salsa El Mariachi, you can find him busy writing a book, collaborating on a book, or reading a book written by someone dead and gone. Timothy studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis under theologian Alister McGrath. The author of five books, including Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society (Zondervan), Timothy is currently finishing The Life-Changing Adventure of Chasing Beauty (Eerdmans, 2019), preparing his doctoral thesis for publication, and trying to find a publisher for his first novel The Tempest and the Bloom. He lives somewhere in the south Charlotte woods.