White Flowers Bring me white flowers, alive and brimming with light. Set them before my door, just at railing’s height. Let them glow in the evening, and be first up at dawn, sustenance to my sight, or nourishment for a fawn. © Joel Tipple Rate this:Share this:ShareFacebookTumblrRedditTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
I know some folks who wouldn’t take too kindly to the scene embodied in that last line. 🙂 Are the deer in your region so bold they’ll come right up to your door to browse? Reply
Write here, Joel. 
I know some folks who wouldn’t take too kindly to the scene embodied in that last line. 🙂
Are the deer in your region so bold they’ll come right up to your door to browse?
I only let them finish a flower if they promise to finish a poem too. 😉