Glory be

Autumn leaves

Glory be to God for dappled things–

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaf

Autumn leaves against a bright blue sky

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.

Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Please forgive the poem in the middle of the week, but it’s has been running through my mind for the last few days (as has this song, which might be a blessing, if you don’t mind country/gospel music 😉 ).

And if Hopkins’ loose way with words throws you off, see if this helps (or, if you’re feeling studious, this one).

4 Comments Add yours

  1. so much fun to follow all your extras… loved all of it!

  2. Lisa G. says:

    That’s a good way of putting it – “loose way with words”, but it’s fascinating.

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