FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
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Saturday, April 4, 2026
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
FOGGY MORNING
FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
FOGGY MORNING
FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
FOGGY MORNING
FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
Friday, April 14, 2023
FOGGY MORNING
FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
Monday, January 23, 2023
FOGGY MORNING
FOGGY MORNING
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2023
Morning starts off dreary,
as though it had rained
hours ago.
Then,
when it should be clearing,
fog moves in,
blanketing the area
like an old
handmade quilt,
tucking in around
neighboring houses,
making one feel pleasantly safe.
I step outside
to bring the garbage can
from the curb,
and watch the fog
thicken,
move in,
surrounding the neighborhood,
muting the sounds of
cars passing by,
birds calling,
the gate opening
and shutting.
An hour later,
the sun peaks out,
pushing aside the gauzy veil.
From a new collection titled Painted Words, which is still being added to.
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