Welcome 2017

What is there inside the about- to- blossom bud Plenty of light and some dark obviously for us Or nuclear horror as Donald has thundered? Whatever, I do look up to your soft green grass Through the two deja vu purple window glass In pink expectation we live this rainbow life In expectation we look for a door and a window In expectation the bee hums from flowers to the hive Will the bud unfold towards a happiness crescendo Or circumstantially we will be in a puzzling limbo Let us welcome the new year two thousand seventeen For an end of something and for others a beginning Some poems to write off and some others to take up Towards humanity improve our mental makeup Towards the morning that would give us our teacup Without elimination no purple invigoration Goodbye sixteen that has spent all its green Apples and oranges in colors of seventeen Birds by the window in their voices umpteen Standing in the juncture calls the future dream Let us respond by saying we are ready too In the tarmac of time holding hands me and you __________________________________________________________ 28/12/2016