A breath of

By Nicholas Hooper

A breath of fresh air moves the leaves outside my window
I can see it but I cannot feel it as it makes flowers rock and petals fall.
The morning is astir with the movement of the world
but I cannot feel it in my warm dark shed.
The big birds waft restlessly as the change from warm to cold
makes them ruffle their feathers and puff out their chests
but I am still, watching the world from the outside
and feeling thoughts as restless as the doves.



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