Snakes In the Grass

taste the lies on her lips

smell the stench in her perfume

hear the fake in her voice

be careful of her pretty garden

for there are many thorns,

and snakes in the grass

and if you listen closely 

you can hear the hissing

Olivia McGuire

Beach, a haiku

the sun and the shore

 waves rushing over my feet

momentary bliss

Olivia McGuire

The Night Air

 The night air was thick, but not hot, mildly warm with sweet lingering breezes that could be heard through the trees. A full white moon illuminated the black sky, all stars hiding. Sitting on the porch with the lights out she wasn't thinking of yesterday, wasn't worrying about tomorrow, but  simply in the moment, wondering about God's universe and contemplating fate and destiny; and soaking in the night air letting it scythe her soul. 

Olivia McGuire