Pied Beauty

Remembering my father-in-law, my PopRock, Walter Cullen. Rest in peace, with a big smile upon your lips.

 

Glory be to God for dappled things —

For skies of couple-colour 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 

plough;

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.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins