Closed At Sunset is engraved on the stone pillars by the only entrance.
Not tonight, as, on the way back from the bar, the gate swung invitingly ajar.
The town's oldest cemetery was very peaceful on a stark late-autumn night. The crooked tombstones and lonesome cedars were somehow just right.
[Edit: soon. Maybe by the 27th0: perhaps some original (albeit drafty) translation here.