Tess: With Flowers In Her Hair Poem by Bryan Taplits

Like Spring of pleasant memories
Like Spring with all its hues
She sprung upon my heart, she did,
A Spring-with no more wagered wintry dues.
A whisk, and over there she goes
Her youth, a gamboled glee
Her hair as gold as gold can get-yet
Liquid and buoyed free.
But what are those above her mane
A towered regal flair-
The light above hits them just right-
I gaze at flowers in her hair.
And now I know what I'll recall
When future Springs repair
Not sunny sights nor moonlit nights-
But Tess-
With Flowers In Her Hair.