Dappled Things

Something reminded me of this poem today - maybe the bare-tree striped sunshine after cloudy, icy days?
By Gerard Manley Hopkins...

                     Pied Beauty

   Glory be to God for dappled things-
   For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
   For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
   Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plow;
   And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

   All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
   With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
   He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
   Praise him.

 photo from Art.com