Dawnscape

Dawnscape

The morning mists in lace-like curtains part
and dramatize the starting of the day
framing the beauty of the morning’s art
as pastel shades of color interplay.

I watch the colors deepen as the sun
transforms the vision cast before my eyes,
blending the varied moments into one,
each morn presented in a matchless guise.

Too soon, the seconds pass as time moves on.
The images now fade to memory
of artistry discovered in the dawn
forever stored in my mind’s gallery.

I watch the tribute to nature’s mystique
in silent praise of beauty that’s unique.

An entry for the June round of "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Write an aubade  .
Form: English Sonnet  
Line Count: 14