Day 310: Snow

How many generations until my brown skin turns white as snow? My black hair golden, shining in the summer's sun, my brown eyes the shade of the Kokanee glacial waters reflecting the sky my Canadian born accent, the same as my Canadian neighbor my words English and not Tamlish How many generations before I am… Continue reading Day 310: Snow

Diamante, Poem

Day 22: Warm Winter Day

Sun Bright, warm Tanning, Playing, Soaking Dazzling my eyes with its glow, the world bathed in beauty Shoveling, skiing, fighting White, Cold Snow © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy Author's note: Thanks to my sister for giving me the challenge of this style.