I Want Them All

I love looking at jewelry but could do without most of it.
Same with clothes – I check out clothing stores but often hold back if they cost more than some arbitrary limit I set.
I live in a big house but have lived in smaller ones and can do so again.

Not that there aren’t things I do like to own –
Books, for instance, or photographs or photo related items or stationery or books about making stuff…

And then there are the spring flowers:
Yellow mounds of forsythia, red tulips, violet ground covers, pale pink crabapple trees in full bloom, white dogwood, orange daffodils, purple redbud bursting from every twig, more tulips in exotic shapes and shades, crab apples in deep pink or white, huge magnolia blossoms, bright pink creeping phlox, patches of yellow daffodils, bunches of fragrant lilacs, rare trillium in the woods, striking pink dogwood, dandelions that makes the fresh green grass glow in patterns of yellow….
I WANT THEM ALL!

Except for the dandelions and maybe a daffodil or two
I know I cannot have them all.
I also know the pitfalls of possession.

Yet, when it is spring,
I drive around town
And take in the flowers
With a longing that hurts
From my gut to my skin.