kaplopblog in Early Poems July 6, 2017July 6, 2017 21 Words In Season this I am circle of summer drift of fall in of winter out of spring without the hurt of hurry Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…