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!