Coming on like a southern California windstorm in early spring,
forces pounding on my balance,
tumbleweeds of old memories flashing by
trying to block my way,
sand blasts of misnomers and misgivings
attacking in great gusts
challenging my progress, my survival.
Where is the shelter? relief? protection?
As the winds persist and I move on,
I find a new landscape,
a renewed sense of balance,
and I remember
it is Spring.
~Dottye Currin, March 2011