In mud-dappled skirts I come,
My ankles perfumed with rising sap
My hair henna'ed with the juice of maple buds
Around my hips a sash of pussy-willow,
braided with daffodils and storm-drenched moss...
Across my shoulders a shawl of wisteria
In my hands, a wineskin full to bursting
In my ears, a forest melody tinged with feverish dreaming,
In my feet, unlearned and unforgotten dances,
And in my eyes, a misty fragment of landscape, mountains of madness and merriment, the path before me, winding upwards, a fresh cloven track, the smell of musk and hyacinth sharp upon the air...

Aw, heck, how's about some lilac nectar?

Peg