On A Cold October Day!

On A Cold October Day!
Dedicated to: God, the Father, and the Holy Spirit
By Richard David Briggs

In ferns, groping for my missed-hit golf ball,
Intrude upon Pine’s sombre sacred grove.
Startled saplings suck on her last remains,
Sacrificed her life for her young to survive!
Ingrates! Each envies their sibling’s space,
Robed in rich green leaves, vie for the sun.
Devil’s imps! Impatient of their inheritance!
Grab earth’s nutrients! I knew their greed!
Frosty winds snapped off brittle branches.
Scattered them! Here, there, everywhere!
Look! Lightening stabbed her in the heart!
Betrayed by riddled roots, she twisted, split,
Toppled down in these soft spruce boughs.
Spring rains rotted her into mossy clumps,
Valiant Tree! Weary, weathered, withered,
Leafless, lifeless, silent shadow-shrouded!
Pink Granite Rock marks sad shallow grave.
O’ priestly raven, caw out a callous sermon!
Hellish heinous heirs! Disobedient to God!
Foolish fiends! Be free to follow fickle fate!
Ball in hand leave! Loathe such sinful spot!
Find my friends! My spirit purified by God!