Anticipation

I sit here with anticipation I wonder when the hour will end The time stands still Even as I write this poem Every curve, every line, every point I watch my hand gracefully slide Moving across the page As I do this My eyes keep watching the clock one....two....three..... seconds gone I'm stil here The snow falls on the empty pavement Every flake that hits, melts away The wind blows the flakes around As I watch I get the chills I feel as if I'm out there, I feel the snow Falling on my face Touching my skin I become cold and numb As I watch the flake fall