They are predicting snow for next week. Brrrr!

Batting for Winter

Batten the hatches.
Bed down the plants.
Weather’s changing,
No time to waste.

Winds from the north,
A definite sign.
Snow’s on it’s way,
I can feel the chill.

Find warmer clothes.
Turn on the furnace.
We’re in for a change;
One I just can’t embrace.

I don’t like cold weather
Nor shoveling of snow,
It seeps in my bones
and freezes my toes.

It’s not of my choosing,
but come if it must;
I’ll gladly partake of
the slow winter’s pace.