veterans of love

Tell me supple tree,
do you miss your leaves?
And you, sad grey cloud,
do you desire the ground
so much that you would
throw your self down?
Sullen tree, tell me –
how do you live the winter through
without your tender leaves?
how do you avoid the death
from so many empty eaves?
I swear its an eternity if its a minute
and you somehow live in it –
i’ll die in 10,000 heart beats
without her touch – it is too much.
Tell me, Cloud,
just is it how
You find the strength
to keep your self away?
my racing heart
will have me dead today!
Tell me your secret of perennial love,
that I might survive to the spring,
oh veterans of so many seasons
what answers have you to bring?