Cedara Plain

Cedara Plain

With what grace does my Cedara

Discard her summer’s green

Leaf by falling leaf disclosing

Beauty long unseen.

First her shoulders bare appearing

Greet the autum light.

Then her breasts so fair and gentle

Glimmer in my sight.

Would that autumn long might  linger

And bold winter’s cold

That I might the longer see her

Standing free and bold.

Discard all figures ever witnessed,

Count all beauties vain,

Until you’ve seen my sweet Cedara

In the garden plain.

W.D.

November 1997