Bosque otoñal bajo un cielo gris con gansos migratorios a lo lejos
Prompt
The sky was already breathing autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The days grew shorter,
The mysterious canopy of the forests
Uncovered itself with a mournful noise,
Fog settled over the fields,
A caravan of noisy geese
Stretched south:
A rather dreary time was approaching;
November was already at hand.
