The Rabbit Trail

[dialectical]

The sunless sky just after snow
has long since plastered pounds of sleet
on burdened limbs. The cars aglow
with ice; the field a vast, white sheet.
The paw prints of a wild hare
are faintly dimpled on the crust.
They fade, then vanish in the glare,
and slowly fill with winter’s dust.
I follow, walking next a drift,
which shifts and fades: a phantom knoll,
its crest cut with a narrow rift.
And there, I spot the rabbit’s hole.
I peer inside the tunneled space:
the rodent squeals and bites my face.

I think you did a good job on setting the context. Something I noticed was the shift in tenses; for example, the cars are aglow with ice, the field a vast white sheet, but then the paw prints are faintly dimpled (past tense). And it might just be me, but personally, it shifts my attention from the nice imagery you have going on here.