Dawnings
White stuff
By Nicholas Hooper
Surrounded by white stuff
And it’s cold
Gently, silently it came
Flake by flake
From a sky where warm met cold
Now it has changed things
Green has gone – covered in white
Black has gone – covered in white
Noise has gone too
It’s so quiet here
But wait, what’s that?
A drip, drip, drip
The warm has met the cold again
On earth this time
And bit by bit, drip by drip
The white stuff is melting
Disappearing
Disappointing
Couldn’t you have lasted just that bit longer?
‘No,’ says nature, ‘it’s my turn now.’
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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