august morning noon and night
how long this will last
easily resolves itself
these cool august nights
there is no mood here
shut down for the summer
except for green grass
growing incrementally taller
where there were once battles
now reside flowering meadows
rainbow colors stretching skyward
and what was once thought
to be paradise
is unable to reconcile itself
reduced to ashes
starting anew
august two thousand seventeen
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jdubqca 
Lovely poem 🙂
Especially these lines: “and what was once thought /to be paradise / is unable to reconcile itself / reduced to ashes / starting anew”
thank you – I’m happy you enjoyed this poem