Archive for ‘Alanna’

January 2, 2021

A Toast for 2021

by Alanna

It’s the season of new

the Earth has spun through the heavens

and arrived at the place we call the beginning

a bookmark we humans have put in the order of things

the New Year, the first day of the first month of the 21st year of the 21st century

All is new, yet all the same

a cycle in a continuum of millennia

yet a comfort that we have a fresh start in our minds

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December 21, 2020

Winter Solstice At Midnight

by Alanna

The Darkest Night

It is fairy dark

You can see their

Tiny torches in

The moonless night

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December 7, 2020


by Alanna

I am not fond of starlings

But in late autumn

Sometimes they crowd in the treetops

In a chirping chorus

Like a reunion of relatives

With an abundance of news to share

Who knows what stirs these rather uninspiring birds

To gather in in such a cacophony

Then on queue as if the din is too much

They rise from their perches to find positions

In an undulating dance that wafts over harvested fields.

They dip, swirl and twirl as one body

Thousands of avian forms performing with

Ballet grace in the sky

I pause from my walk to watch with reverence

A celebration?

A spiritual rite?

Scientists still don’t know quite how or why

A mystery

But I know magic when I see it

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November 23, 2020

Stroller Dog

by Alanna

I  missed our walkabouts

His cattle dog body

All worn out

So I bought him a stroller

That saw four children grow

Then fixed it up

So he could go

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October 31, 2020


by Alanna

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October 1, 2020

How Do You Mourn?

by Alanna

How do you mourn a forest?

The universe it contains

Tree, fern, fungus, moss

Lichens draping from branches

How do you mourn the creatures?

That lost their lives

Their homes taken in an inferno of flames

Fanned by devil winds

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September 11, 2020

As Oregon Burns- a poem

by Alanna

As Oregon burns

A dry wind howls from the east

We extinguish the candles

 and do not sleep

As Oregon burns

A black cloud draws across the sky like a flat curtain

Led by the dark horses of the apocalypse

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September 7, 2020

Vole Hola

by Alanna

They appeared slowly

Like stars one by one

Vole holes

Holes from voles

Not a rat, nor mouse, nor mole

But a vole

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August 30, 2020

Why Bother

by Alanna
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To pick up a stray dog

To swerve for a mouse

To vote

To let another cut in front of you

To pick up litter

To eat less meat

To cook

To mend

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August 14, 2020

P is for Pandemic

by Alanna

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July 17, 2020

Small Acts of Rebellion

by Alanna

Not flossing before bed

Saying no to the news

Watching a movie first thing in the morning

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June 21, 2020

Poem for Summer Solstice

by Alanna

I sought the perfect poem

for this longest day

It was a Goldilocks affair-

this poem too flowery

this poem- what does this one have to do

with Summer Solstice?

None were right

I cannot wear the words of these authors


So I must write my own poem

of what the Summer Solstice means to me

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June 7, 2020

Hanging Laundry

by Alanna

Bend, lift, snap, pin


the basket empties

the lines fill

the mind stills

banners of clothing

undulate with the breath

of a June morning

Image by the author

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Alanna also blogs at One Sweet Earth (sustainability in small steps)


May 4, 2020

There is No Such Thing as Disposable

by Alanna
bird s eye view of landfill during daytime

Our discarded things go somewhere

out of sight

trucked onto sprawling piles of stinking garbage

we call landfills

leaching down into groundwater

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April 26, 2020


by Alanna

img_3614-1As I peer through the hole 

enlarged by tiny pecks

the  bird’s white face gazes up warily

feathers spread wide over her nest 

Her eyes plead,

the dark fortress breached

I leave her in peace

never to return

Holding close a sacred memory


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April 5, 2020

New Words on the List

by Alanna




-ing in place




Heads down

Trying to navigate

this new reality

fragile as a teacup

pure survival for some.

Still, words fly fast

through what medium they can

reaching ears

exiting mouths

pencils held in hands

fingers on keyboards








-ing in place





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March 15, 2020

Starting Fresh

by Alanna


monalisa-4893660_1920Beyond the scope of our perceptions

They live, thrive even


The precursors of life 

That once rose out of primordial goo

Giving rise to our modern-day selves

In the span of millennia


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January 1, 2020

A Toast for One One Twenty Twenty

by Alanna


Image by Alanna Pass

It’s the season of new

the Earth has spun through the heavens

and arrived at the place we call the beginning

a bookmark we humans have put in the order of things

the New Year, the first day of the first month of the 20th year of the second decade of the 21st century

All is new, yet all the same

a cycle in the continuum of millennia

yet a comfort that we have a fresh start in our minds


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December 9, 2019


by Alanna
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How can I help fill your final days

Of your precious life with beauty?

May we laugh or cry together

sharing memories?

Or should we create more?

May I help you write your stories

And poems to those you leave behind?

So you may say to the world

I lived, I was here

If nothing else

I am here

I am here

to listen


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October 31, 2019

Putting the Garden to Bed

by Alanna

Under an intense blue sky

My garden disappears

With each whack of the machete

As I work I discover monstrous cucumbers

Submerged in dying vines like green submarines

And overlooked onions hiding below the straw

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September 24, 2019

Beautiful Failures

by Alanna

white-1217108_1920They are the cracked

The not quite right

Products of my hands

And soul

Victims of experimentation

Poor judgment

Or forces beyond my understanding

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August 25, 2019

In Praise of Bumblebees

by Alanna

sandy-millar-vhRwpRRQbd0-unsplashThey probe dreamily in the center

Of pie sized yellow flowers that nod towards the east

Keeping me company

As I work in the garden


These tiny winged beasts do their work

Heads up down, up down

Placing in precision their needle-like proboscises

In a sea of stamen and pistil

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August 18, 2019

Poem of a Different Feather

by Alanna

A cup of steaming tea in hand

From my padded perch with propped up pillows

I gaze out the bay window

Observing morning activity at the feeder


Among the usual finches, chickadees, & nuthatches

dsc01591-1-e1566161223394Unusual activity catches my eye

A petite junco carefully feeds seeds to a juvenile robin

Three times its size


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July 14, 2019

Missing Out

by Alanna


You missed out on all the music

Yes, but did you see the patterns of clouds dancing overhead?

You missed out on all the fun

Yes, but did you see the swallows dart about in the evening sky?

The spotted horse grazing peacefully in the paddock?

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May 27, 2019

In Every Seed a Promise

by Alanna

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Tucked into a tiny package

Waiting to unfurl its cotyledons

Up in the sunlight

From the depths of fertile ground

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May 19, 2019

Dear Universe

by Alanna

The rhododendrons by my bedroom window

have burst open

globulous booms of bright magenta

glowing against gray skies

of these rainy May days.

Birds are busy about the feeder

occasionally lit up by the fiery orange plumage

of the grosbeaks, who have arrived

from their homes to the South.

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April 24, 2019

April 23

by Alanna

IMG_2039The Earth continues to give

And we take away…


Have you thanked the trees

For the house where you stay

And noticed the birds

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April 9, 2019

It’s Not About the Art

by Alanna

easels-372847_1920It’s not about the art

It’s about taking lines for a walk

Splashing in puddles of colors

And playing musical chairs with forms

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