Eleven Weeks Ago, You went into the yard.nBeneath an Inch of snow,nThe ground was frozen hard.nYou worked to dig a hole,nlit only by the glow from hope you buried deep, to see what it would grow.nnOh, you haven't told anyone.nBeneath that vernal sun, you sit patiently.nHere comes the spring. nOh, what will it bring?nWhat will it be?