For some reason I woke up this morning with the first line of a poem, Pied Beauty, in my head. It drove me straight to my camera and out the door. This is what ensued:
"Glory be to God for dappled things/
"For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;/![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhmZuKGMhQAbe3a1U5UrsPeO8ypNT1wxS7re_JijbJlBgdUusj3IS94Vl-cz13279aH9HWM6L3eShD3AYNnrjb8Cn31lQwoKYnSWbul1V5I5p0Oml-Yyk9xRDeUg4FLwcRk7FBQLGSXg/s400/Blog+Photos+May+2009+228.jpg)
"For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;/
"Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;/
"Landscapes 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?)/
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTtIVGnSZqyFUtd2tyfEeItVuUcxHHMhHXz6k43lyvwk5c0V8pX7CNNkmjGN_nIk7EKn_3CC9iIMS_mVs9niCsdD4Lh6csE9-FG5S6Sca3UJes_TUPRyPo89lD1Tqw3b2TtXALYwHbWs/s400/Blog+Photos+May+2009+269.jpg)
"With swift,...
slow,...
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQim1HY4TUojzOl3F7BMtdqb2p4fYUfjjg_HPRZPym3BPRnzHVoox8SnHQ1MsMq67fWFbq0t9jyRae8Ymrxk-cetRJQPFHo08zC5TgH0Y8JLFNcg3Y8GxJex3yJr95Ky2uFYg0FgqzTk/s400/Blog+Photos+May+2009+221.jpg)
sweet,...
sour;...
adazzle,...
dim;/
"He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:/![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4674Mucr42BUQzbZwYWRDkhyphenhyphenKe_NeEqkBoc5FmO9uDjuXYC-FJG1cfjmaH3h39E0mvXs2arVXWO4E46PxEkOsCA9GPJJQL57yLyIypOxnLuHaMfUcbISkfYztj2CbDV1h4-A8p4AeEg/s400/Blog+Photos+May+2009+267.jpg)
"Praise Him." --"Pied Beauty," by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I hope your day has poetry in it, too.
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