Redwoods at Dusk

Sunlight 
frayed 
silken 
curtained 
through 
dusk branches, 
dust twinkling 
in the way of 
fireflies,  
ferns 
sorrel 
and huckleberry starts 
quivering 
as low-down sunlight
slants their leaves 
with 
waning warmth 
and the wind 
carries
far-off fog
and 
river smells 
and the canopy 
above them 
turns 
in the other wind 
the hidden wind 
that never reaches 
the ground.