Sue Leigh Poetry

Here
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