Maidenhair Tree Poems

Early Autumn

So azure the early September's sky,
mirrors outshined, away sapphires shy.

Up to thin air melts dog days' trace,
down to soil sinks continual cicadas' squeal.
randomly dozens of dragonflies dart apace;
Snug and slothful, bask teams of pond teal.

Lotuses leaves fold and hide 
to round off summer tide.

Welcoming golden autumn everywhence cruises brisk whiff,
vaporized is my neighbor matron's miff,
vivacious yonder maidens' gamboling spree.
Nodding in elation whether chartreuse foliage shakes off the maidenhair tree.