Floresta de outono sob céu cinzento com gansos migratórios ao longe
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.
