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, 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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.



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