Dapple

Blue door at Dishman Community Center.
CP/SOOC (cropped)

I love dappled light, the word dapple, and this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

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.

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Thanks to K and CV for calling me on the challenges.
I woulda if I coulda! but first things first.