The Artist Known As Dawn

At eventide, a vapor thick and cold is creeping. Those that sleep are unaware The world outside their homes it will enfold as Goddess Moon hangs pouting in despair. She can’t break through to show her light so fair. But Dawn appears just at the break of day and sees the sky, a canvas dripping gray. She takes her paints and paintbrush and resolves to paint a sky that rivals a Monet, for art emerges as the fog dissolves! For Brian Strand's ANY 2011 POEM with any theme or form max 12 lines Poetry Contest