In Missouri, fall is green, at least until it’s not and it turns from lush foliage to dry remains. Look up in a week or two and see the dead leaves fall in one big whomp, thus the name of the season–Fall.

Published by llcadle

Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online.

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