In "spring," ononesto turns the usual season of joy upside down. Everyone else seems to welcome the sun, but the speaker admits, "am I happy? No I'm not." Warm weather and bright light only make the feeling of being cut off from others sharper. Summer is already waiting just behind spring, and the speaker dreads it too, picturing its heat as something heavy that presses down on people's heads and beds.
The speaker feels "desperate, lonely and lost," and the only comfort comes from winter's frost. The cold becomes a image of the speaker's inner state: a soul so cold it feels stranded on an arctic sea. The mood is bleak but quiet, and the simple rhymes give it a slightly weary, sing-song tone. The ending offers a small, fragile hope. The speaker just has to wait for snow, and then they won't feel so low.