pied beauty

this is pretty much my view every day when i drive home, look out my window, or go for a walk! the change is electric and leaves the tips of deciduous trees looking like candle flames not to mention the eye-catching vineyards.
today on my walk i mulled over the philosophies of poet gerard manley hopkins; his view of aesthetics mainly. i've always wondered if there is change in heaven? because here, we tend to see the sorrowful sides of change (moving, age, transitions) as loss, which they often are. maybe heaven will be all about variety without the sorrow? at any rate, hopkins wrote a lot about the beauty in variety, believing that nature and life are studies in contrasts. here is his poem, "pied beauty". i love his words so much i still have them memorized:

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 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, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change.
praise Him.