Dawnings
A dark morn
By Nicholas Hooper
The greens and browns come slowly out of a quiet darkness.
It is still, this morning, like it’s waiting for something.
Is it that we’re leaving today?
The land waiting to say good bye?
There’s grief there:
‘don’t go, don’t go, you haven’t realised our potential, say the trees and muddy grass.’
Quietly reflecting on the days that have gone:
we’ve cleaned, cut back hazel, seen friends, had long-tea mornings
and now we must go on this quiet, dark morn.
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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