pied beauty

still revelling in today's beauty...

colorado's late june garden.
sunny saturday afternoon.
bare feet greeted by freshly cut grass.
peonies, dahlias, & columbine- splashes of beauty and color.
a shady cottonwood tree dappling all that rests beneath its canopy.
a slight breeze whispering in the aspen.
a wooden swing beckoning beneath.
two enjoying the comfort of each other.
talking, laughing, quietness, rest.

surely this must reflect eden.
to dwell in the beauty of a garden nourishes my soul.
thank you Father and Creator of all.

sitting beneath the slowly changing dappled light, hopkin's words come to mind.

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 trádes, 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 (1844–89). Poems. 1918.