Keen dawn

By Nicholas Hooper

Keen dawn
Cold grass
Lights filter
Through dark trees
That surround
All that means
So we walk down to
The warm, the welcome, the idea,
That comes and goes, comes and flows
Over the fences, hedges, walls, buildings, roofs
And into the everlasting sky.



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