I’m waiting for you
beneath the tree, in a chair
change everything if you dare
colors; the feel of the air
Oh, a leaf fell in my hair
Hurry back to me
spread your breeze across my skin
rustle trees and then
teach the leaves to dance again
I’ve missed you so, my dear friend
Heartspell 
romantic….
😉
I miss sometimes those kinds of Fall….but not the chill of winter winds…enjoyed the memories you poem stirred.