Boreas
Rent from DeepDyve- Boreas
The broom sedge hissing by the fence,the cows walking heads downtoward the south pasture,a starling mending the raveling hemof a shawl lifting, warpingabove the hills—
I felt the cold burn,but Daddy was freezingfrom the inside out.
Warily I stepped around his bluster:I couldn’t do a damned thing right.Praying for his angry soul,I didn’t understand that every wordwas like a match smoking in the wind,the old god roaring over the Blue Ridge. [End Page 48]
John Thomas York grew up on a farm in northwestern North Carolina and now lives in Greensboro. His poetry has recently appeared in Appalachian Journal, Kenyon Review Online, North Carolina Literary Review, Tar River Poetry, and Town Creek Poetry. In 2012, Press 53 published his first full-length collection, Cold Spring Rising. For over thirty-seven years, he taught English in North Carolina’s public schools, until his retirement in 2016.
