Summer's Gone.

It's been too late,
and he feels strange.
Scampering and struggling for answers,for reason.
The snow clad street,White.
Haunted by the eerie winter night,
and the fog outside
and in his mind.

He sips the coffee,
turning the pages of memories.
He peers in one or two closely
and hastens over the others.
He is searching that one moment
which will cure his peculiar malady!

He puts himself to bed,
pulling the quilt closer to him.
He is yet to figure,
tired and exhausted,he has lost the vigour.
The eerie winter night engulfs him into the darkness....
and,summer's gone forever.