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ing for hope, trying to be hope, thinking about hope, and somehow managing to write a bit of poetry. This world is so big and we are all connected, in beauty and in pain, in grief and in joy, and I just wish so much more could be done to encourage the good things of life — the goodness in people, empathy, trusting in science and spirituality, making changes to have better leaders, who do better for people and planet, who value things like compassion and care. I do not have flowers for my balcony yet. I have little pots of bird seed and I have to tell you that I do talk to the birds. I have become that age, I have become that woman. And that is okay with me. It is a moment of peace and a moment of connection with nature that really pushes me through the hard stuff of the day, the stress of the pandemic now, the disappointments in my nation and in so much of humanity, the worries the worries the worries, so, when I found out it was floral appreciation week, well, I said I am in. Let me have some focus. Let me focus on flowers. Let me learn to breathe and feel tiny joys. And let me do this with all of you. Thank you.</i></p><p id="e17e">‌‌<b><i>Jenny‌ ‌Justice‌</i></b><i>, Poet.‌ ‌Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author‌ ‌of‌ ‌Love‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌of‌ ‌Climate‌ ‌Change‌ ‌and‌ ‌Reveal.‌ ‌You‌ ‌can‌ ‌read‌ ‌more‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌poetr

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A Poem

I’ve been wanting flowers for my balcony since this pandemic summer began.

I want to look out at something of beauty and life. I want to take care of something that grows peacefully.

Small apartment spaces in the less desirable edge of a city

deserve colors and blooms - deserve poetry too.

Joys that blossom and attract, natural gifts that inspire and heal.

Buckets and buckets of daffodils — yes, a sunflower or two for the Scrub Jay,

and pots of those vibrant magenta wonders those tiny little fireworks

quietly exploding in calm lovely ways.

To look out and see flowers

is to look out and witness the action of hope.

This is a poem for Tapan Avasthi and the POM poets. I have been slightly out of so many loops lately, but I am still here. Looking for hope, trying to be hope, thinking about hope, and somehow managing to write a bit of poetry. This world is so big and we are all connected, in beauty and in pain, in grief and in joy, and I just wish so much more could be done to encourage the good things of life — the goodness in people, empathy, trusting in science and spirituality, making changes to have better leaders, who do better for people and planet, who value things like compassion and care. I do not have flowers for my balcony yet. I have little pots of bird seed and I have to tell you that I do talk to the birds. I have become that age, I have become that woman. And that is okay with me. It is a moment of peace and a moment of connection with nature that really pushes me through the hard stuff of the day, the stress of the pandemic now, the disappointments in my nation and in so much of humanity, the worries the worries the worries, so, when I found out it was floral appreciation week, well, I said I am in. Let me have some focus. Let me focus on flowers. Let me learn to breathe and feel tiny joys. And let me do this with all of you. Thank you.

‌‌Jenny‌ ‌Justice‌, Poet.‌ ‌Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author‌ ‌of‌ ‌Love‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Time‌ ‌of‌ ‌Climate‌ ‌Change‌ ‌and‌ ‌Reveal.‌ ‌You‌ ‌can‌ ‌read‌ ‌more‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌poetry‌ ‌at‌‌ ‌Justice‌ ‌Poetic.‌‌ ‌‌Sign‌ ‌up‌ ‌for‌ ‌her‌ ‌newsletter‌ ‌‌here‌.‌