Beneath a blanket of frost, the countryside stands still,

Grey and yellow hues dance across the sky, as daylight begins to fill,

The River Evenlode whispers, in a gentle gliding flow,

Her path to the sea unhindered by the frosty morning,

The riverbank home to a beautiful tree, where the chilly breezes blow.

In this fleeting moment, nature's artwork unfolds,

Solitude in Charlbury, beneath the winter skies.

In silence, nature beckons, in her icy soft disguise.