Poets love winter. Anne Carson writes, “Lo how / before a great snow / …our lanterns throw / shapes of old companions / and / a cold pause after.”
Eric Rensberger spent his early years in northern Indiana. Since 1979, he has been a somewhat unpredictable fixture of the Bloomington poetry scene. He has been published in numerous journals and anthologies, and his collected works may be found at ericrensbergerpoetry.net.