October has already arrived—the grove is already shaking
the last leaves from its naked branches away;
The autumn chill has breathed—the road is frozen,slipping.
The stream still murmurs behind the mill its way,
But the pond has already frozen; my neighbor is hurrying
Into the distant fields with his fast hunting,
And the winter crops suffer from this frantic frolic,
And the barking of dogs awakens the sleeping oaks…