Hail in Rockhollow

Title: Hail in Rockhollow
Three of Thirty
Unique Words: Sixty-two

#NaPoWriMo2019

The hail beats it's spiteful song
across the land - long since parched.
A bird calls from her shelter
to me, sat in the porch.

My words drip and are thankful,
for dear Earth's quiet charms.
To me, sat in the porch,
there is glory in such sound.

Bluebells catch my eye as ferns unfurl,
to me, sat in the porch,
the scent of Skimmia dusts the land
and keeps bumblebees adoring.

To me, sat in the porch,
there is a heaven just beyond
and with a hood as means of shelter
I can claim it as my own.