Dappled shade

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