In this poem, Plath describes a girl who by her own choice decides not to marry and become a spinster. It starts out on a spring day as the girl and her suitor take a walk. She looks around her and decides that she does not like the spring weather. She longs for it to be winter. The spring season represents the blossoming disarray of love. The girl does not want to take the chance of love; she does not want the disorder it will bring to her life. Instead she longs for winter and the austere order that comes with it. She leaves the man and barricades herself in her home. The home represents her heart. Both are blocked off from intrusion, even if the intrusion is love. To me this is a sad way to live. I would much rather take my chances with love.