Jeogla (2).(Poem)

 
Jeogla (2) 
 
   Enough to remember 
   how the rising sun 
   melted the morning frost-- 
   of to count the geese 
   walking across the front garden 
   and up to the top paddock. 
 
   Enough to know 
   that summer and winter 
   were friends I could trust-- 
   who welcomed me 
   into their New England clan 
   like a relative recently-discovered; 
 
   or to stand in the creek 
   out of whose heart 
   a rainbow grew one afternoon-- 
   drenching me in a golden shower 
   I reached out to touch 
   but couldn't hold. 
 
   Enough to see rosellas 
   bursting out of a ...