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.

Danger! Danger!

Where is the shelter? relief? protection?

As the winds persist and I move on,

move forward,

I find a new landscape,

clearer vision,

a renewed sense of balance,

and I remember

it is Spring.

~Dottye Currin,  March 2011

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