Listen, winter creatures, who have sneaked the sun away,
Who are hiding in the dark and making all the valley grey:
I am utterly alone, and I’m tired to the bone,
And I’m sick enough of snowdrifts just to lay me down and groan.
I want my blue verandah and the glitter of the sea
And I tell you one and all that your winter’s not for me!
Because then I’ll dance on a sunflower disk
And lie on my stomach in the warm sand
And keep my window open all the day
On the garden and bumblebees
And on the sky-blue sky
And my own great
Orange-yellow
SUN!
— Moomintroll — Moominland Midwinter (via vederlicht)
