Poetry Friday: The Winterberry Waits

I’ve been fortunate for the past several years (possibly a decade), to have bluebirds nest in my backyard. I love spotting that flash of blue in late winter as they return to familiar spaces. Several years ago I planted a few winterberry bushes hoping the bluebirds would feel welcome to stay through the winter. The bushes started out as mere twigs, but they survived and eventually matured. For many years there were no berries, then for several years a few berries, then a few more. I’m not sure what happened, but this year the bushes are full of beautiful, plump, bright red berries. But last spring, after an initial brood fledged, the bluebirds seemed to diappear. So now I had berries, but no bluebirds. Until…

last week, when I spotted one perched on the feeder. I thought it strange, since bluebirds usually don’t eat seed, but there wasn’t just one, there were several. I saw them again yesterday, but the strange thing is, they aren’t eating the berries…yet.

The Winterberry Waits

The winterberry waits
to welcome a visitor.
Laden with fruit, it splatters red
in that small space by the fence.
This morning a bluebird,
his russet chest puffed and fluffed,
perches on the feeder.
One by one he snatches
a bit of fruit,
a tiny nut—
treats on this cold, cold day.

Does he not know
the winterberry is so close,
waiting to welcome a visitor?

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11 Responses to Poetry Friday: The Winterberry Waits

  1. cvarsalona says:

    Rose, how wonderful to note that nature nurtures the land, the birds, and our hearts. I can see your winter scene through your words. Happy Winter to you and the birds.

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  2. Bridget Magee says:

    Your poem proves that the bluebird does bring happiness! The bluebirds are in for another treat when they rediscover those winterberries. 🙂

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  3. lindabaie says:

    I enjoyed your story and love your patience and planning, to plant for those wonderful bluebirds, Rose. I loved them when I lived in Missouri but only the mountain bluebird is here, in the mountains! It’s a wonder when we do spy them! Hope your winterberries bring you “blue”!

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  4. Tabatha says:

    We just saw bluebirds at our feeder for the first time last week! Glad your twigs have grown into berry-covered bushes — it always seems like a miracle when that happens, even though it’s the natural way of things 🙂

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  5. Linda Mitchell says:

    Oh, I love a good winterberry poem. And, this is it!

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  6. maryleehahn says:

    Lucky you, to have bluebirds in your yard! We have them in the neighborhood, and I love catching sight of their flashes of blue. I’m sure they’ll find your winterberry bush soon!

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  7. rosecappelli says:

    Happy to report that the winterberry bushes are nearly depleted! Someone found the berries…hopefully the bluebirds.


  8. margaretsmn says:

    I love bluebirds but haven’t seen many here in the deep south. For a while we had a house and no visitors until one Christmas morning. It was a gift, but they didn’t stay and nest. Those winterberries look delicious. And your poem, so hopeful.

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  9. This line in your poem really captures me Rose, “Laden with fruit, it splatters red.” I hope the bluebird will make its way over to the winterberries too. It looks like a gorgeous bush, I do wonder what’s holding the bluebird back, perhaps there’s another poem in there… thanks!.

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