In Mid July Poem by Francis Duggan

The overcast sky looking gloomy and gray
But the temperature pleasant for a mid Winter's day
A high for the day of sixteen degrees
And only the slightest of chill in the breeze
The birds who do sing every day of the year
The flutes of the magpies melodious and clear
In a month in their breeding Season they will sing in the night
Their pleasant notes echoing in the moonlight
In mid July six weeks from the birth of the Spring
In the town park pee wee the magpie larks do sing
The sunless sky pregnant with dark gray clouds of rain
But with this mild mid Winter weather one cannot complain
Daylight minutes growing slightly longer with each passing day
And the birth of the Spring is not that far away.