Dawnings
Resting back into here
By Nicholas Hooper
Resting back into here, the river runs rough beneath my feet
the air so fresh, trees covered in lichen and green wins out all around
There will be a hill to climb, and another and another
spinning views of mountains and woods, farms and tracks
The tree creeper searches silently below my window
It seems furtive and fearful and at my slight movement
it flies off leaving me looking at a still, old, dying ash
Dying as all around it spring to life in the fecund air
Speak to me now, land
Heal me and freshen my mind
so that fresh thoughts and images can bring stories to another world.
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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