Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees light 

has dropped from the top of the sky,

light 

like a green 

latticework of branches,

shining 

on every leaf, 

drifting down like clean 

white sand.

A cicada sends 

its sawing song 

high into the empty air.

The world is 

a glass overflowing 

with water.

Pablo Neruda