Dawnings
Gone over
By Nicholas Hooper
A small breeze blows nettles that have gone over
and Autumn starts here
It has crept up through late, hot summer days
with early fruits swelling and drying in the thorns
and apples ripening and falling, riddled with maggot to rot on the ground
all hoping to seed and create another bush, another tree
But we pick and gather and cook and store
the effortful fruit of this autumn time
and wait, ready for a winter of warm food
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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