Pileated Rhythms as Portents of Burgeoning Spring.
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The crocus takes a tentative stand, unfurling feelings for those who know. Prehistoric pulses thrum from echoes through the sleet as hellebores rear back faces in mottled saturation. An instinctive avian avarice, here we hear this heartbeat of Beltane yet unborn in the shadow of Imbolc.
