The poem A Calendar of Hares by Anna Crowe pleased me recently. I like poem sequences and I found this oblique seasonal round very satisfying.

Full poem: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/calendar-hares

A Calendar of Hares (extract, the first half: 6/12)

1. At the raw end of winter
the mountain is half snow, half
dun grass. Only when snow
moves does it become a hare.

2. If you can catch a hare
and look into its eye
you will see the whole world.

3. That day in March
watching two hares boxing
at the field's edge, she felt
the child quicken.

4. It is certain Midas never saw a hare
or he would not have lusted after gold.

5. When the buzzard wheels
like a slow kite overhead
the hare pays out the string.

6. The man who tells you
he has thought of everything
has forgotten the hare.