Poem a Day 20: Waiting for Summer

My fridge is half-fullof frozen food I don't want to eat.Maybe there's a revolution,or a sense of revulsion,for I'd rather go out to the garden,pretend it's late summer, and pluck fresh leaves from lettuce, a radish or three, two tomatoesblush red from the sun, anda green onion, make that two,their stalks just high enough to add spice.Back inside, the fridge holds promisethis time. I'll add green