In bitter cold, the grieving wait 
for what might rise from shattered 
ground: beneath the rubble, something 
stirs, a baby, newborn, cord attached, 
alive, beside her mother, dead, is lifted 
into naked air. Like snowdrops deep 
in winter dark, slipping through 
the frigid crust, the unexpected slender 
stems, the delicate white-petaled blooms.