Tag Archives: Spring

A Season of Yellow

Posted on April 18, 2021 by jillbpearlman

Yellow, how do we read you?  Sickly or simple as happiness?  Simple as just living without ponderous thought.   Daffodils in their junior prom dresses.  Come rain, come light snow petals quiver but they don’t drop.   Forstyhia too.  On … Continue reading →

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That Old Keen Darkness

Posted on March 14, 2021 by jillbpearlman

Rooster consciousness,the rooster that sees light in darknessrooster announces the light while submerged in darknessfrom the deepest place as it’s starting to turn soon we’ll be in light, you can feel itit teases, it plays in spring dazzlethat exhilaration, that … Continue reading →

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So I’m…..

Posted on May 23, 2018 by jillbpearlman

I’ve always had sly fondness for “so.”  As a social starter, it used to go something like this: “So,” the best friend might say with twinkling eyes, “what happened last night?” The gossip wags, “So…guess I saw together in the … Continue reading →

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On the Battleground of Spring

Posted on April 16, 2017 by jillbpearlman

We’re in the season of renewal. Passover and Easter are a prelude to redemption, rebirth,   reincarnation.   Bulbs signal regeneration with the tentative pale green shoots.  There is no end to the season’s “re”words – regeneration, revival, recharging, restoration.  Re … Continue reading →

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Spring for Skeptics

Posted on May 25, 2016 by jillbpearlman

Iris that purple flower that reaches up with ruffled wings, and droops down with falls and beards, mirrored. Its doubled bauble is neither upside down nor right-side up; it looks the same standing on your head as looking from above. Either way … Continue reading →

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Spring Cleaning (of the Mind)

Posted on May 15, 2016 by jillbpearlman

Of many urges that come in the spring, a powerful one is the desire to get rid of old things. You see old blenders, rotary beaters and Schwinn bikes on the sidewalk, piles of bags at Salvation Army. I like … Continue reading →

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Crazy for April

Posted on April 17, 2015 by jillbpearlman

I was driving one morning, struggling with a tiredness that spring hadn’t repaired, when I heard an essayist on the radio tell me something new. “April is the cruelest month,” he said, quoting the famous opening of “The Waste Land.” … Continue reading →

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The Perfect Egg

Posted on April 9, 2015 by jillbpearlman

What makes the egg so perfect? What makes it possible to even use that word, in such imperfect times? Could it be Spring itself that elevates anything which encompasses shape, symbol and sustenance in a single entity? Bring it on, … Continue reading →

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