Puzzle

The giant jigsaw puzzle
On the table in the den
Entices me to hustle
Back to work on it again.

I’ve put the box’s cover
On the floor beside the chair
So I can’t look it over
And see the picture there.

I sort out all the edges,
Then pieces of some grass,
A part that looks like hedges -
Some sky, some window glass.

I love to see the landscape
Unfold before my eyes –
A garden, then a cottage 
I think I recognize.

Is that a little girl
There walking on a path?
That gold might be a curl,
The red could be a sash.

Above, some branches reach
To touch a sun that sinks
In streaks of fiery peach
And yellows, reds, and pinks.

I wonder why the action
Of fitting in each piece
Gives me such satisfaction and
From problems gives surcease!

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