Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pierced – 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, adim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;
Praise him.

If you’re celebrating this weekend, I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving, filled with all the blessings that family and mashed potatoes can bestow.  I’m grateful for you!