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.


Saturday, May 25, 2019

Poetry: The Cardinals And The Bishop’s Son

The Cardinals And The Bishop’s Son

‘Twas a cold and sodden May,
When Bishop’s Son and wife and pup,
Traveled far, from South to the North,
Where at home they did wind up.
Bishop’s Son tended the land,
Then saw unruly growth on trees,
So raised his axe to trim the shrubs,
When a sweet sight he did see.
A nest of rosy hatchlings,
With eyes still closed and mouths outstretched,
As Red Father-Bird stood his guard,
And Mother, more food did fetch.
She, plain in plumage, did fly,
From mate on fence, to branch, to nest,
Singing proud of her chicks, well-born,
In Bishop’s Son’s tree of rest.


Saturday, May 4, 2019

Poetry: Dragonfly Dream

You were a bright surprise.
Looking up, I saw you in flight,
Balancing on buoyant breezes,
Bravely, blithely,
From blade to emerald blade.
A mere wisp of twin wings, no more.
Honey, brown and black,
Sunbeams shone through you,
As I beheld your body, barely there,
I wished to be you,
And the change you herald.
Deftly floating like a whispered wish,
Or a daydream,
You perch prettily, precariously,
On green shoots pointing,
To heaven.
I bow to your power, tiny warrior,
As you greet me,
To grace me,
And the universe,
With your gentle gift.

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Saturday, April 13, 2019

Poetry: Storm Coming

Bluest blue,
Belies the timpani of thunder that warns,
Storm coming.
Trilling crescendo of avian flautists sounds,
As feathered soloists shelter in trees.
Couplet notes of dragonflies,
Scurrying, scrabbling snare drums of gray squirrels warn,
Storm coming.
Rat-a-tat percussion of cascading droplets
Bless my skin, kiss my hair, soften my dress.
Wet blades of grass waltz and conduct in elemental time,
Primal heartbeat metronomes,
Washing my bare toes with their grace.
Every windgust turns a new page in it’s airborne aria and
Warns,
Storm coming,
Storm cleansing,
Storm inspiring,
Storm renewing.
As it always will.

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Saturday, March 30, 2019

Poetry: Heaven, This

Sultry, Summer breeze coasts gently,
Kissing the warm, cocooned forest lake,
Into rippling bliss,
Into living, surface reflections,
Of verdant, topsy-turvy perception.
Liquid, silver ribbons roll to shore,
In parallel synchrony,
Lulling the life on top and beneath,
Lulling the thriving microcosm world they feed,
Orchestrating restless thoughts in restless minds,
Into confluent melodies,
Primal music.
Heaven, this,
Heaven always

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Saturday, March 9, 2019

Poetry: Adirondack Moment

Wild, is your nature,
Yet, in infinitely perfect
Balance.
There was a time,
When I might have taken you
For granted,
But never now,
Now, is when every minute with you,
Breaks my heart,
Both with my human transience,
And the permanence,
Of your beauty.
I cannot capture you,
Here, or
Ever.
I can only be,
In you,
As you are in me,
Here, and
Now.

Read More Poems From The Adirondack Almanack HERE.


Saturday, February 16, 2019

Poetry: Nightfall

 

Nightfall

Fern-sprigged comforter,
Immerses and caresses sun-blushed skin.
White lace curtains billow,
In soft obeisance to an August breeze.
Sunbeams filter sparkling motes,
Into a wood-beamed bedroom sanctuary,
As a bejeweled lake ushers in the soft sound,
Of waves splashing a sandy shore.
Somewhere in the fiery pink, orange and blue horizon,
Haunting, triumphant calls of loons vibrate, emanate,
Owning the dusk, and heralding the setting sun.
All is well as Nature sounds its reign,
Over the cool, pine-scented summer night.