Entering A New Month : A Poetry

In the quiet sunrise of a new month's,
Sadness lingers,
casting shadows on Earth.
Its somber embody,
like a cloak of gray,
Bears the burden of desires
Slipped away.

As September's solar bids August adieu,
Tears of sorrow glisten like morning dew.
Yet inside this disappointment,
a seed of hope,
A hazard for brand spanking new beginnings,
a much broader scope.

The calendar turns,
time marches on,
And with every passing day,
the pain is long past.
For disappointment is fleeting,
a brief phase,
In the tapestry of lifestyles,
just one in all its craze.

So allow us to welcome the month in advance,
With open hearts,
where sadness may also tread.
For in its embody,
we find electricity anew,
And the promise of better days,
like morning's first view.