Poem about Fall

I have always had this weird feeling about Fall that I can't describe. I wrote this poem in the hope of doing it to some extent.....

Fall is here!
I can feel it in the air -
wood burning
cold winds
crackling leaves
bare trees standing stark against the sky.

Fall has come!
I can smell it on the breeze -
pumkin pie
rain from afar
grey skys
winds that whip your hair around your face.

What is it about Fall
that brings that feeling of Nostalgia?

I don't know;
is Nostalgia the right word?
I don't think so -
then what is?

What word describes it?