on morning (number one)

A faint line of orange glow
Illuminates fields, cars,
The snaking road on slight incline
And the snow above and below.
A monkey tree sections this,
Standing as a huge acorn
With pipe-cleaner branches
Wavering, hesitant, shifting and
Mutating in morning air
Before dry eyes.

Yet the mind is clear,
The silence of a snowy morning being golden
And everything touched with accumulated love
From the night before.
As I sit cross-legged and contemplative
I release my thoughts,
(The thinking woman's pose opposed?)
Breathe them out in unnecessary whirls
Which float towards the window ledge.

Outside, the tips of trees laden
With white dust are barely visible,
High as we are I hope that the thoughts
Will disperse having unhurt;
Ineffectual causes leaving simply
Pure, sweet air behind.
The solitary tweet of a bird
Clears cloudy eyes and I am glad
To witness the first signs of life today.