Waiting For Prepositions


Beside the hawthorn hedge,

Beneath the big belly oak,

The luck-draw Robin stands;

In the puddle,

Along the stream,

The winter thrushsong sounds. 



Beside the stream,

Amid the slush,

I stand.

The luck-draw Robin,

Against the moment,

Strong-flits, dodging the Oxford snow. 



Says the Teacher, 

Walk-dance in time, 

Rivulet the luster,

Over and above

The squawksong 

Mid the rush-tenor of time. 


One, two, three, stop. 

Thrushchat the lyric of now. 


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Tim's authored four books, including the children's book Shine So Bright and the critically acclaimed Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society. He studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis for his PhD under Alister McGrath. When he's not scratching poetry, or chasing the scholar's craft, you can find him carving up the trails of the nearest national forest on his Salsa El Mariachi 29er.

He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with his wife and three pixie-daughters, and two acres of Great Horned Owls.