A crisp white duvet is dropped upon the nation.
It begs us to stay in bed.
The din of traffic causes no vibration.
Silence can be heard instead.
Boughs bend with the weight of precipitation.
Shops quickly sell out of milk and bread.
There's an ice rink down at the station.
Commuters skate to work instead.
A new wave of dedication.
While fires choke when being fed.
But in time the panicked masses grow patient.
For the Robins breast never seemed so red.