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, November 24, 2022

Poetry: Thanks

Thanks
Let us choose to be lifted on the wings of gratitude,
Lifted up, through the sadness, grief,
Through the miasma of all that happened,
And still happens,
Because every day, is a day gifted.
Every offered smile, heart, hand, is a blessing.
As we gather together, or sit alone,
We pause for a moment to breathe,
Immersing ourselves in a moment, that doesn’t hurt,
To see the green, the gold, the true radiance of it.
To partake in the bounty, or the ‘just enough’ of it.
Only then can we feel the true connections, between us.
Only then can we discover, that we can still fly.
That we can still fly.
The breeze from the bird’s wings whispers to us gently,
That for this, and for it all,
We should give praise,
We should give thanks.

Saturday, November 19, 2022

Poetry: Storm-Wolf

poetry logoLoping, lunging lupine paws,

Shake the ground outside my door.

I hear the growl of foul wind, rumbling,

Howling in apocalyptic tones.

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Saturday, October 15, 2022

Poetry: All Hallows’ Tale

All Hallows’ Tale

(“Quoth the Raven”…Boo!)

Hark, lights sift through shifting windows,

Peeking, speaking

To moss-grown, sleeping sepulchers, creaking,

Whose tombs then quake, raising spirits that caper,

As candlelight proceeds to taper,

Phantasms fly from moldy beds,

Faces frozen in rictus dread…

They know…

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Saturday, October 1, 2022

Poem: Autumn Dance

Autumn Dance

Chilled breezes, like icy satin, awaken me from the vagaries,

That muddle one’s thoughts as sleep approaches.

Pungent aroma of smoky air drifting across sills, startles.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Poem: Eye of the Loon

Eye of the Loon

From the Miocene, thirty seven million years of primal memory

Tell me, that I am survival.
Convergent  from strong gulls, hesperornithes, grebes,…

Black, white and gray, I am. Red-eyed Gavia, I am.

Densely-boned Great Northern diver, I am.

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Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Poem: Musing

Musing

Meandering in my mind, musing…

Sibilance of waves wash gently, peacefully,

Realizing I need no more than this,

I count the wonders and blessings before me…

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Friday, September 2, 2022

Poem: Wake To It

 

Wake To It

Quicksilver lives, like glistening waves,

Unrelentingly forming, cresting, diminishing, receding,

Like notes on an ever-moving scale,

On ever-turning pages, speeding faster than light,

Billowing above the beckoning forest canopy,

To the lacrimal sounds of searching loons.

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Saturday, August 20, 2022

Poem: My Walden

my walden

My Walden

To find a pure place, an oasis in life,

Limited neither by earthly boundaries nor spiritual ones,

Nor time, worry, want or discord…is to find paradise.

Such a place of all-encompassing beauty,

Will light every mortal sense afire in birth of inspiration,

Of new sight, of loftier goals, and in ultimate understanding

Of mysteries that were heretofore inscrutable.

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Monday, August 15, 2022

Poem: All Points

limekiln lake

All Points

All points coalesce in this place.

Eyes that have seen much,

Reflect pure sunlight on dazzling water.

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Sunday, July 31, 2022

Poem: Inlet

poetry logo
Adirondacks nestle the tiny town of Inlet.
All around it is a history
Of logging, hunting, boating, pioneering,
Settling, surviving and staying.

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Saturday, July 9, 2022

Poem: Upon The North Wind

limekiln
Fresh breezes cross the light-dappled lake,
Clearing cobwebs and cicatrixes in its wake.
The old red Camp clock spins backward.
Zephyrs of air sweep old ghosts
Above the lapping waves to sweet release.
Soon, curlicues of cumulus clouds drift in,
Rolling across water like boats and angels.
A distant loon’s trailing trill heralds new rain.
All around, mountains reassure us, saying,
“Nothing changes in this place,
Except the generations.
Here, pines purify man’s pestilence,
Tall trees renew, protect, promise.
Here, you are linked to your origins, welcomed,
And made whole once more”
Nurturing forest spirits, forever wild,
Bear kind witness to the fragile dreams of men,
And here,upon the wings of the North Wind itself,
Hopes fly free.

Monday, July 4, 2022

Poem: Ride With Me

Ride With Me
Ride with me,
South to North.
Highways are the arteries
Of America,
Pumping its heartblood.
Trains chug, trucks rule roads.
Metamorphosis,
As palms become pines,
“A”s become broader.
Sun becomes smokestacks,
Still,
We are all the same
In our deepest recesses,
Changed, but surviving still.
Natural beauty endures,
In this precious moment,
Transcending differences.
Seeing it again, after so long,
I am renewed,
And the journey continues,
Tiptoeing toward freedom, normalcy,
Tiptoeing,
One step, one mile, at a time.

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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