Autumn Leaf

Falling,
slowly drifting,
delicately so,
In such a manner dainty,
so slow,
yet swift,
All the world's secrets it holds,
in its veins flow smoothly,
jutting here and there,
running to its edge,
that is rough and pointed,
meeting at the top,
a sharp double edged sword
that cuts the soul,
yet soft
as an innocent flower petal blown in the wind;
Its colour bright,
The reds, the orange, the yellow!
Shine brightly so,
to change not only the season,
but the downcast expression upon my face.