Snow

The mud is lightly covered
as are the piles of possessions outside,
it's not deep enough yet to hide what needs to be done.
we still look the other way, pretending there
is no work to be done, or hoping for fairies,
hefty ones, to show up in the night
to clean the tool box or build shelves
with no hammers; they will assemble
themselves silently, wire shelves and
drawers will fly together, magically
populated with dry camping gear,
skis and gardening pots.