Dawnings
the long night
By Nicholas Hooper
the long night of winter
dark on dark, no sight
till the dawn breaks after waiting so long
enclosed in this darkness
I sit, longing for the sight of a small bird
no light stretches into my windows
no shadows cross the panes
as I look and long for spring
but now be dark, be solemn
and find a place to rest awhile from the light
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper