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.


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.

» Continue Reading.


Saturday, November 21, 2020

Poem: Sun Will Rise

Sun Will Rise

Beware blind rage that

Panders to fear and leads us all

To murder the light.

Know that when temperate minds prevail…

Sun will rise and babes

Will be born, and what is meant

To be, will still be.

 

Read More Poems From The Adirondack Almanack HERE.


Sunday, November 8, 2020

Poetry: We Dare

We Dare

Dare we feel?

This is the time.

Dare we think?

This is the time.

Dare we speak?

This is the time.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Poetry: Death of a Dragonfly

Death of a Dragonfly
(All lives matter…)
See season changes so temperate,

That one must still their breath, softly,

Even to notice.

Parading a lushness of bloom,

Riotous tendrils burst and grow anew,

In sparkling diamonds of morning dew,

Reveling in summer’s persistent,

And benevolent façade.

» Continue Reading.


Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Poetry: Rainbows

Rainbows
Each morning when I wake,

Errant sunrays pierce crystal orbs

Dripping from east-facing window frames,

And explode into rainbows of light,

On floor and walls.

Cool white tiles come to life,

In prismatic hues,

And help me face the day.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Poetry: Friends

Friends

If you have to cry- just cry,

Don’t hold it back, don’t be ashamed,

I’m crying too.  Tears can’t be tamed.

All different now, life rips and tears,

We are connected, and I still care.

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Thursday, October 8, 2020

Poetry: In the Midst

In The Midst
Blanketed in moist and heavy air,

Lush leaves cannot lift, cannot stir.

They breathe, though hushed.

I too breathe, though hushed.

» Continue Reading.


Thursday, September 24, 2020

RBG (Ruth Bader Ginsburg)

RBG (Ruth Bader Ginsburg)

Tiny warrior standing tall,

Brooklyn girl, notorious,

Ahead of her time,

Ahead of her ‘place’,

Fearless woman,

Standing for the oppressed.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Poetry: Survivalist Wife or “How Much Am I Worth?

Survivalist Wife or “How Much Am I Worth?

So this is me in Survivalist Mode,

I’m “Everywoman” in my abode,

From dawn ’till dusk just like a machine,

Keeping family safe while in quarantine.

Thank God I’m a nurse, it helps so much,

When managing meds, flu vaccines and such.

» Continue Reading.


Monday, August 10, 2020

Poetry: Center

Center

Tiny circle,

Center,

Living in us all,

Outlined in hopes and dreams,

Called by infinite names

Known well, by each keeper.

Tiny circle,

Now shot through with arrows,

Begs mending of its torn edges,

Begs smoothing of the marksman’s ravaging.

Tiny circle,

Center,

Living in us all,

Hold tightly to its clarity and peace,

Like a lake reflecting the sun’s path.

Think of wholeness.  Of wounds that heal.

Shore up the tiny circle,

Bright circle of promise,

That still lives,

In us all.

 

Read More Poems From The Adirondack Almanack HERE.


Thursday, July 30, 2020

Poetry: Tiny Circle

Tiny Circle

Take photos
Of beauty that exists,
Despite worldly ills and evils.

Preserve the image
Of what is,
Of what was given.

The beams from a lighthouse, reach out
To capture hue, light-play, texture,
Of the moving ocean,
As though trapping it in a fragile bottle
For one tenuous, exquisite moment.
The lens of an eye, like one of glass,
Remembers.

Quickly, jot down a thought
Before it is lost
In a sullen mist.

Quickly, etch a memory
Before it wafts away
In crashing waves.

Quickly, write it all
On the head of a pin,
And hope upon hope
That someone will read about
The beauty that was..Someday.

 

Read More Poems From The Adirondack Almanack HERE.


Saturday, July 11, 2020

Poetry: Daisy Chains

Daisy Chains

Please peek you out, my fairy friend,

From that hiding place of leaves.

Under the buttercups you dance,

Beneath the age old eaves.

Bells of bright petals wreath your hair,

And ferns hem your lacy dress.

Twin fawns kiss you with their warm breath,

While doe kneels down to bless.

In childhood did you come to me,

And brushed away all the tears.

We laughed and skipped with fireflies,

To notes just we could hear.

I never told a soul about,

Our gold and glorious days.

With mauve-lit dells and make believe,

Those things a child would say.

I search and try to seek you out,

Let us weave more daisy chains.

Remember me… I have not changed,

And take my hand again.



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