^{Sony NEX-5N 15mm(equiv) 1/1000sec at f/4}

Hope is the sun in the crown
of an old walnut
on Wimpole Estate —
A harmony of sky and ground,
a smouldering stalwart,
upright and straight.

Boughs dwarfing the trunk,
tatters of cloud
hiding behind.
Two of us, nomad and monk,
silent aloud,
angry and kind.

Two of us, linked by the light,
standing alone
on Wimpole Estate
wondering what will betide,
who could atone,
and why it’s too late.