A Winter Surprise

What is this brave little flower that dares to poke out its head in February? 

“Winter has not dealt its last blow!” I’d warn, “It’s not safe to come out yet!”

But maybe your decision to emerge is not naïve or misguided.

What if it is bravely intentional, even defiant?

Willing your own destruction for the sake of the flowers that will follow? 

“Death will think it has won!” I fret.

But you boldly looked death in the face and say, “I know something you don’t know.”

That knowing little smile will have the last laugh.