I want old summers and springs

As the fall harasses the routine of the freezing air,
so does the air freeze my unwell physic with nightmare;
My sleep is snatched by the cruelty of date
And the peace snared by so-called fate.
As i bask in the heater to warm my body,
My heart cries with unbearable chill
For i fail to warm those frozen sentiments.
Every now and then,as cold wind kisses
My ugly visage, there is a growth of sadness.
I wish for summer once more,not next but
The previous warm summer or rather opt
for the old spring ----
In it are my entire world hidden and
in it is my sweet history written
that not only i but generations will
want to scan through.
I want no more new fall or winter,
rather those few old summers and springs!