Visiting the Cemetery In Autumn

I dropped by the cemetery in weather unfair The trees nearby were almost bare It was an Autumn day , windy cold One could sense a new season about to unfold A time of inevitable change or impending doom A new beginning or the ending tapestry on some eternal loom The moan of wind and creak of oaks was the only sound While countless fallen leaves littered the ground Dead leaves that had seen their season In this burial place beyond reason Some drop by in remembrance of a kin Or perhaps its an air to think in I Guess i dropped by to reflect Certainly not have i come to pay last respects.