Coins tumble, tumble

out of hand

a mixture of polished metal

silver and copper

jumbled, jumbled

deep into the recesses

of comfy couch

mistakes made buried deep

lie in wait

amid cushions covered

in brawny plaids

speak of treasures

locked in fertile sand

surprises in the soil

awake, awake thanks to

spring’s sprinkled bath

wash away layered dirt

open panes for light

to raise

green, green carpets

softly felt

reaching down with fingers

strong and stronger

treasures scooped

enjoyed with joyous

yelps and yells

glorious bursts explode

dazzling, dazzling eyes

fall’s ritual cleansing

wondrous wonders uncovered

fill the hand, the land

with blossoms of glory

begin with tumble

of jumbled coins

lost, then found