A ripple in the melody (Edit 1)

[cidermaid]

Hi RC, I liked the nature details and feels of this one but feel that there is a lot you could trim out without loosing any of the essence of the poem.
I'll try and show a few examples in stanza 1.

The month is march. The dead grasses
catch with the sun and so do the hibernated
tree's. They are coming back around through
there cycles. I watch the bee's zip and glide
in the air. They slowly hover above flowers and
blackberry bushes, touching the surface,
barely landing upon the bud or fruit.
Buzzards circle in the air over a dead carcass.

In March, the dead grass
catches the sun as do the hibernated
trees. They are coming back around through
thier cycles.* I watch bees zip and glide
in the air. Slowly hovering above flowers
and blackberry bushes, touching the surface,
barely landing upon the bud or fruit.
Above, buzzards circle over a dead carcass.

*(Coming back does not feel like the right phrase here...they did not go on a journey as such - although I understand the idea...Surfacing from thier long sleep to begin the cycle again. Perhaps not a great poetic line...but this is your poem to re-work so just putting a thread of thought out for you).

Time seems to stop as I slowly descend into
madness. I say this because, I have been
circling a weeping willow tree with an ax in hand. Could be an American spelling thing but I think it should be axe. (You do spell it the same below so will just leave this question for you to check up on)
I really like this stanza it has a disconnect to the nature pictures yet remains pastoral - nicely done, subtle notes.

I would like to chop at one of the branches
so it would stand crookedly to the left. Not sure the image matches the action. ( Did you mean because it [the branch] stands crookedly to the left?). A tree either grows crooked or has to be trained into a shape.
But, I am in no chopping mood. I really like the sentiment of these first three lines...it makes me think -is the tree / branch going to be reprieved?...also begins to feed in the idea that you are contemplating more than just the branch, good intro for your metaphore, which now makes me re-assess the info from the stanza above.
The ants march up and down the grass blades.
Grasshoppers jump around in what looks like
a symphony of sequenced leaps.
Noise comes from the mocking birds as they mock
other's. Well house pump clicks on and chatters for
awhile and clicks off leaving me with thoughts that
wander like a blue tick picking up the scent of rabbit. I don't know what sort of animal a Blue tick is
What have I done today? This line feels isolated and abstact, either give me some more feed on this such as make it more in relation to the business of the nature observations or take it out as it stands it does not add anything.
Circling the weeping willow with an ax in hand, I swing (ax / axe spelling question again)
hard and fast where I connect with soft wood.
I repeat the action till I have cut loose the branch.
It falls to the ground like my Spirit. My Spirit like
a dirt road in a rear view mirror.
Scattered and dusty.
Slowly I pull away the branch while the wind drags
away my flesh. I like your ending and think that overall you have done a nice job with giving your poem depth.

As ever, just honest opinions and some suggestion for your consideration.

AJ.