this week, I couldn't get the phrase "dappled things" out of my mind. It had popped up from my High School English class from about 55 years ago. So I looked up Gerard Manley Hopkins on Google (at least I remembered the name of the poet!) and there it was -- "Pied Beauty".
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 áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Here are some "dappled things" from among my photos
Look around you. You'll be surprised how many dappled things there are. Anyone
got freckles? Then you're one of them!
This is my entry for ABC Wednesday -- the Letter "D" run by Mrs. Nesbitt and her fine group. Click on the Link and see how others from around the world have dealt with the letter D.