Almanack Contributor Annette Pisano-Higley

Annette Pisano-Higley

Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Amazon.com. Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful New York State Adirondack Park.


Thursday, May 26, 2022

A butterfly, a poem

butterfly
Author’s note: My husband & I rescued some milkweed plants from a store dumpster and raised some Monarch butterflies from the Monarch caterpillars on them. The metamorphoses was amazing.  Hope we did some good for the world.  Made me think that butterflies and poets are much alike in their creative process and hence, this poem.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Poem: A Spring Rhyme

A Spring Rhyme

Along with Spring,

And things alive,

There comes something,

That can survive.

Hope there may be,

In shoots of green,

In every tree,

And verdant scene.

When ill winds blow,

Hope them away,

With loving hearts,

They cannot stay.

For better times,

And promise true,

This little rhyme,

Is sent to you.


Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Poem: Awaiting The Rain

Awaiting the Rain
Green Adirondack chairs,

Bleached by sun, arms touching,

Commiserate, await, relief for parched planks.

Trees sway, dip and bend in ancient dance,

Nature’s Code Talkers, communicating warning

To all who listen and see.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Poem: A Different Dream

A Different Dream

Trees whisper of a different dream,

Hope dances on their fluttering leaves.

Rivulets of old and new course in confluent circles.

Birds cock their heads with onyx eyes flashing,

They know.

Waking up to rainbows, facets not seen before,

Something different in the air,

Tones unheard, arias waiting to be sung.

What awaits?

Cries in the background, still heard.

But maybe, just maybe,

The universe listens, and blesses,

The beginning of a different dream.


Saturday, December 25, 2021

Poem: Puppy Elf

chance the rescue dog

Puppy Elf ( If you have a pet, you know!)

This ‘Elf on a Shelf’, with sweet doggy paws,
Helps Santa all year, our dear Puppy Claus.
Keeping us nice, because naughty won’t do,
Loving us always, and ‘herding’ us through.
Sniffing the tinsel, nuzzling the wrap
With little black nose, then curls in a nap.
Innocence, goodness, from day into night,
She keeps us laughing, with brown eyes so bright.
And no tear would dare to fall from an eye,
When puppy is near to lick those tears dry.
She stands her proud watch, in good times and bad,
This Christmas blessing, to her mom and dad.


Saturday, December 18, 2021

Poem: This Good Night

This Good Night

In the eye of the storm,

In the center of the plight,

Melodies of peace emanate,

And we are enveloped in light.

A joyous note rings out,

From four corners all harken,

Rays of hope brightly permeate,

Voices of stars sound through cold’s bite.

We remember to love,

We open ourselves to change,

Standing strongly, with all reckoned,

With blessings right within our sight.

Holy season is near,

A babe sleeps among the beasts,

We ask him for peace, protection,

To guide us safely this good night.


Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Poem: Every Day

Every Day

On every day that we breathe,

We give thanks.

On every day,

Free from suffering, want, despair,

Free from fear,

Free,

We give thanks.

Every day we have lived through,

Loved, learned, struggled through,

Has made us what we are.

For what we are, and what we can be,

With the help of grace, mercy, compassion,

With grateful humility, every day,

We give thanks.


Monday, May 31, 2021

Poetry: Opening

Opening

(To thank our dear nephew, Chris on his opening of the family Camp)

Young man returning to his ‘church’,

North Country cathedrals of pine and spruce,

Not visited for a rift of darkest time, an unforeseen breech,

Letting sun filter through the fertile canopy,

Forever wild,

On this day of Camp re-opening.

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Saturday, May 15, 2021

Poetry: Painting in Morning

Painting in Morning

Perfect light reveals

Deep texture in a canvas sky.

Finest of brush hairs dot a mosaic landscape,

A seascape, devoid of birds.

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Saturday, April 10, 2021

Poetry: Dragonfly Dreaming

Dragonflies,

Gossamered in gold iridescence,

Fluttering in double-winged prescience,

Shimmering faery lights,

Trembling in an out

Of reality, magical,

Nearly corporeal, yet,

Nearly not,

Flickering one and one and one,

Bobbing, sentient, sapient,

Perched precariously on single blades,

Among seas of swaying grass,

Blanketing them, gilding them,

In a resplendent dream,

Of Spring,

Like souls of before,

Come again.


Saturday, March 27, 2021

Poetry: Wind Dancing

Wind Dancing
Yes, it goes the way the wind blows,

This I say about today,

And it’s true of tomorrow too…

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Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Poetry:  And So A New Story Begins…

 And So A New Story Begins…
..And now it starts. Still,
Yet, it turns toward better days,
Both past and to come.
Victory is clear.
It beckons our good people,
To remember love,
Remember honor,
Remember hope, remember,
Who they really are.
Hearts lighten today,
And faces upturn once more.
We stand together.
All feels right again,
A reckoning of the soul.
Now freedom sings out,
Still, freedom sings out,
And, a new story begins.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Poetry: Caritas

“Caritas” (Love, Compassion)

In the workings of the human heart,

It lives and breathes,

Concept learned from the newborn child,

Born ‘neath rough wooden eaves.

Hands reaching out in heaven-sent grace,

Life born again,

Lighting sky and earth below,

Need Caritas, Amen.

Today and every day we’re given,

Need Caritas, Amen.


Friday, December 25, 2020

Poetry: A tree

A tree

                                                                      A
TREE

                                                                FOR US TO

                                                        GATHER ROUND, A

                                                    TREE TO KEEP US SAFE

                                          AND SOUND, A TREE TO BRIGHTLY

                                        LIGHT OUR WAY, A TREE TO SHELTER

                                   US EACH DAY, SAVING US FROM WINTER’S

                                 COLD, ITS STORY GLAD AND FOREVER TOLD,

                               GREEN BRANCHES COMFORTING THOUGH WILD

                          BEND LOW TO TOUCH THE NEWBORN CHILD, AS NEAR

                      AND FAR THEY COME TO SEE, THE TINY BABE OF PROPHECY,

                     AS THEY KNEEL FOR A BLESSED TIME IS NEAR, TO FREE US ALL

                 FROM HATE AND FEAR, THE LITTLE CHILD SLEEPS DEEP AND SWEET,

              WHILE BEASTS AND BIRDS SURROUND HIS FEET, AND BANDS OF ANGELS

                                                                     FLY ABOVE,
SINGING OF
ETERNAL LOVE.


Saturday, December 5, 2020

Poetry: Harvest

Harvest

Brown soil is cool and moist in my hands,

Reminding me of who I am,

And of what came before me.

Planting, replenishing, giving back,

Restores me to myself.

This land belongs to everyone,

And no-one,

Though men plant flags to claim dominion.

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