Edward's Xing, February Poem by Craig Steiger

Out Bloomfield Road
Where it crosses the Yuba River
Sheets of ice run out the planks
On the rusting iron span
Sunk in shadows at midday;
A snow-mist threads the canyon
Through fir trees up steep slopes;
The river trail to Purdon
Covered with thin snow
Is printed only with rabbit’s feet.
Visitors from town in heavy coats
Peer over the rail
At the brown water foaming below.
Beyond this bridge
Miles of washboard road will take you
To the chalk bluffs of Malakoff
Or into further desolations
Beyond Cruzon Grade:
Here– begins the true Sierra.