I used to think that you were bold
peaking through the cold soil
before the rest were sure it was safe.
Scouting it out. Blazing the way.
But I, too, like to show up early -
for doctor's appointments and dinner dates,
meeting up for a hike or the farmer's market.
I set the GPS even when I know where I'm going.
I see you now, your purple petals shivering
in April's morning frost, counting your breaths
to calm your cluttered mind. Waiting.
Hoping you got it right, that the others
will see you and that you'll survive this.
