Below is the poem entitled Season Of Shorts which was written by poet
McLaughlin. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The day is brrrry.
I stay inside, drive everywhere I go.
Longing for my birthday,
and all that comes after.
The melting, the warmer winds,
the lengthening days,
the things that bring
the depressed spirit back to life.
watching the layered, coated people
walk shivering on the sidewalk.
It's almost time.
The season of shorts will soon arrive.