KAREN HESSLER

There is healing power in the beauty of nature.

Month: February 2022

Valentine’s Day: Feel the Love

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On February 14, 2022

In Poems

Every day is Valentine’s Day if only we have eyes to see. May you feel the love, spread the love, and be the love, my beloved friends!

feel the love, spread the love, be the love



You love me in the sounds
of the morning
in the heartbeat of the 
awakening world.

You love me with the frost
on the rooftops
sparkling like diamonds
and the dusting of white
glistening across the lawns.

You love me in the flight
of the silver-white
bird, gracefully making
her way to the pond.

You love me in the crowing
of the roosters, the chirping
of small birds, the yapping
of little dogs - these are the
voices of your love.

You love me in the greeting
of the neighbor, the rumbling
of the school bus, in the normal
everyday work-and-play slice
of modern life.

You love me every day
in little ways, let me have eyes
to see, let me have a heart
to receive your never-ending
love for me.

I Saw Venus: A Poem of the Morning Star

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On February 13, 2022

In Poems

This is for the hopeless romantic with a morning star in your eyes!

Morning Star



I saw Venus
the brightest morning star
shining in the sky
a dazzling beacon
rising to new heights

her radiance calling poets
in this month of love
Valentine is smitten
by the lady from above

SLEEPLESS: A Haiku Poem Of Sleepless Nights

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On February 7, 2022

In Poems

This is a lament for those restless, sleepless nights of anxious thoughts and ruminations.

Sleepless Nights




My thoughts are swimming
laps in my head, back and forth
as I lay in bed.

Sleep is hovering
just out of reach, back and forth
like waves on a beach.

Oceans of worries
roll in like a tide, back and
forth, eyes open wide.

No lullaby, no
gentle song, my thoughts keep me
awake all night long.

I Write The Words

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On February 2, 2022

In Poems

This is for you, dear reader. I write the words for you.

I write the words


I write the words
that bubble up
from some mysterious spring
deep inside me.

I write the words
that rise from my heart
as I lift my eyes to the heavens
and witness awe-inspiring
artwork displayed across the sky.

I write the words
I hear in the crickets, the bullfrogs,
the call of the hawk
and the squawk of the geese.

I write the words
I see written on the wings
of the butterfly,
on the trunk of the tree,
in the contrails of the jet plane.

I write the words
I hear in the voice
of my heartbroken neighbor,
my grieving friend,
my hopeful coworker.

I write it all down
and give it all away to fall upon
the ears and hearts of whosoever

whosoever is in need
whosoever is curious
whosoever is near, available,
present, receptive

whosoever has eyes to see,
ears to hear, a heart to love,
arms to embrace

whosoever has a searching mind,
a seeking heart, a whimsical smile,
a pocketful of wishes

whosoever never noticed
in our hustle-bustle world,
the whispers in the wind,
or the shapes in the clouds,
or the chatter of birds,
or the beauty of my words

I write it down for you
to see the things I see
in hopes that in the noticing
you will be blessed with
the gift of peace.

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