Dawnings
Mr Frost
By Nicholas Hooper
Hello Mr Frost
You turn my grass turquoise
You skim my pond with ice
You dry the air and make it fresh
And we shiver, shiver, shiver to see your sheen
Dead twigs come alive till the sun warms away your icicles
And the earth resists all invasion from above with its new armour
Oh seasonal Mr Frost how I love to see you here bringing back my history
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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