An old Penny found
Against the root, curled and gnarled, burrowing deep,
earth disturbed by woodland creature’s secret keep,
I spied by chance a circular form, arcing from the loam
as I sauntered past the ancient oak under falling gloam.
Twilight cannot wait and with chill air ushers in the night,
but possessed of curious pull I ignored sly fading light
and with fingers nimble parting the forest’s luscious soil
I deftly lifted to my surprise, worthy gift for such small toil.
For I held a penny bearing the face of a Queen long dead.
Perhaps a warm day, long ago, someone rested here and read.
Lulled by wild flower’s scent and nursing shade they fell asleep,
so a coin of the realm was lost but a talisman found, for me to keep.