Bernadette Loring

Standing with a blank canvas before her / Light streaming thru the window / Her mind wonders to a place / Where the flowers bloom / She sees a unique one / So different from the rest / Colors so vivid and rare / She begins! / Brush flowing, a stroke here and circle there / Slowly it appears / Her vision is unfolding, coming to life / Standing back she looks / Wanting to portray it in all its be…