Keeping Time

Shall I keep time by the falling snow, by the flurries floating past my eyes. I try to see them all at once, but most are blurred, only few focused, the ones that drop slowest to the earth.
Shall I keep time by the pine tree, standing still in the winter calm. Sometimes, the winds disturb its leaves, and sometimes they bend the whole tree, but as the rustling and the howling wanes, everything begins to rest back in its place.
Shall I keep time by the ticks I hear, in my room, of the clock, as I stare, out the window, at the tree and the falling snow.