Sticks and stones
can break bones
And words can hurt
Words one blurts

Ugly words, razor sharp
Bruise the soul, rip the heart
I've felt their stabbing ache
Worse than bones that break

Yet I confess my tongue could lash
Careless words that now seem rash
Words like weapons meant to inflict
Bones heal--the heart's not an easy fix

The shortest of months
Warm, red hearts in cold winter
The time of my birth

Cornflowers so blue
Lovely skies soft, powder blue
Blues within banished

Long and lazy days
Cool off the heat at the beach
Summertime enchants

All of creation
A purpose in this vast world
Fulfilled life is life

Where goes the clock's time?
The brevity of life, quick
The blink of an eye

I said "a haiku"
Yes, that's right--its a haiku
No, I did not sneeze