A small robin sits upright on a gnarled branch, its orange breast and dark eye catching a soft pool of golden light. Clusters of pink-and-white apple blossom surround it, with a few buds still closed.

Beyond the branches the woodland falls away into deep greens and browns, blurred as if seen through haze. The glow around the bird and the blossoms gives the dark scene a quiet, storybook warmth.