one trick pony
i see Nature as the subject of this poem: the nature of the poet, who sees, and what he sees becomes the poem. maybe that's obvious. but this poem tells me more about you than the scene you describe.

i also see that you as poet had a choice: to tell a story that is true, partially true, or entirely fictional? does it matter to the reader?

my stories are always true. except when they're not, which is quite often. but i suspect yours are always true, though poetic license gives the truth its poetry.

the title tells that whatever this poem is about specifically, it is only a small part of the cycle of the seasons, the years, a lifetime. yours, your ancestor's, your progeny's. there is nothing in this poem that doesn't express timelessness. yet, it is a moment as well.

the title also suggests, to me, a weariness. weary of what, i don't know, the sheer number of seasons passed, yet another example of nature's indifference? of sorrow? spring usually brings a sense of optimism. i don't sense that here. which strikes me as honest. maybe the crocuses represent optimism, you chose to write of them. perhaps the crocuses are the yang to the rabbit's yin (to put it in terms i don't really understand).

something else i notice about this poem is that the writing is so natural that the subject, the content, is all i see, without the trickery of writing getting in the way.

i know my comment sounds coldly analytical. that's a product of education. i like the poem!

there is something else that just came to mind: guilt. had you fixed the fence ~~~

i've just scratched the surface of this poem. there is an east-west dynamic waiting to be explored, as well as connections to other poets: Mark Strand and Robert Frost (who readily comes to mind). i know you have affinities for James Wright and countless others you haven't mentioned to me, as well as the well of eastern poets you so clearly admire and tap.

there is much to say! an essay waits to be written!
2015-04-04

Lawrence Beck
This is an incredibly interesting poem. If I'm reading it right, it's a subtle expression of regret.
2015-04-04

josephus
As always, I love to wander through your poetry. This one is a special walk. I see all your words as brushstrokes; the imagry is so evocative. What I do notice here though is that winter appears as a hiatus, a period of time almost under anesthesia. That spring is an awakening in a universal thought but you describe that awakening here in a very special, unique way. Your rabbit grounds the poem powerfully.
2015-04-04

Jamsbo Rockda
Nice descriptive imagery.
2015-04-04