Dawnings
thaw
By Nicholas Hooper
taken by surprise
nature has turned her switch
and the once hard and brittle
has melted to watery surfaces
as winter’s currency gets devalued
just a few degrees
and we’re in a different world
gone is the white
gone is the slippery sliding treachery
and now we look
did it really happen?
did our little part of the world
get caught in a trap of distant cold?
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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