Winter.

 There were indications that it was on its way,

 then, yesterday, fat snowflakes, falling down.

 I walked, breathing it all in,

 arriving in my cozy cottage, just before the squall.

 It was a brief orientation,

a reminder that winter holds great beauty.

Also, I am very grateful, 

because it turns out my chipmunk friend 

was storing me up a food supply 

in case the winter gets too rough:

[Yes, he put birdseed inside of my boots.

But hey, I figure, as long as he didn't poop in there...]