Sue Leigh Poetry




I had been thinking about paradise

on this earth

how it might be a house by the sea,

(the quiet order within I sensed once

in a Benedictine monastery),

sun-filled rooms, a door

open to the leaping world

but this morning I could believe

it was here

spring almost beginning

the first flower

of the nectarine (perfectly balanced

on its bare branch)

opening, opening

From Her Orchards, 2021