As It Fades Away

Heads turn

Early morning hunters
The all day parade of leaf peepers
Motorcycle riders
Truckers hauling logs and field corn
Geocachers stop. I hear the crunch of gravel.

Heads turn
At Hale Mana
Tucked below the scenic byway

I paint
Watching the parade from the corner of my eye
First coat done
The riser will
Be grey

They come looking
As it slowly fades away

One last bloom

Competing with the leaves

Heads turn
In both directions

As it fades away