VLADIMIR SALIMON'S CREATIVITY

The snow on the station
blinds one eye
your red scarf tightens
draped on your shoulder
as a new born in a stroller
cries to his Magareta
a social minded bird
waves goodbye
over the Volga
by the minute
it is getting colder
suddenly a word
catches your imagination
than a phrase
hoping you get home
before it's erased,
such is creation
through the storm
time for a glass tea
from the samovar
to get warm.