Jigsaw Puzzle

by Shelley Williams   Sep 14, 2015


Each piece is unique
and has a place to go,
I start with the edge
and the building is slow.

I work on the blue
that adorn the design,
It is coming together
and the edge is in line.

I look over the pieces
and some will not fit,
Patience is tested
and I'm calm where I sit.

The picture is coming
and birds are in sight,
The rose is a light pink
as the colors unite

The art that appears
near the rose is a tree,
I interlock more pieces
until I'm down to three.

The scene is amazing
and light makes it shine,
the fun of a puzzle,
an accomplished design.

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