'The year lies dying in this evening light;
The poet musing in the autumnal woods;
Hears melancholy sighs
Among the withered leaves.
Not so - but like a spirit glorified
The angel of the year departs, lays down
His robes, once green in spring
Or bright with summer's blue;
And having done his mission on the earth,
Filling ten thousand vales with rosy corn,
Orchards with rosy fruit,
And scattering flowers around, -
He lingers for a moment in the west,
With the declining sun sheds over all
A pleasant, farewell smile
And so returns to God.'
translated from the German
It is when we 'linger' that we notice.
It is when we 'linger' that we appreciate.
It is when we 'linger' that we give thanks.
Let us linger today and appreciate all that is around us.