Your singing voice

Your singing voice 
of worrisome ways
tired, doom soaken
trails in the woods,
under winters fall
the leaves
from trees - in air
on ground                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

colors warm and cool
faded bright radiates cold grey
season so short
passing in splendor,
of life, death or dying?

feels the oil lamps glow
in the briskly cold, dusky night
where some sweet scents and sounds
hold faith for the sights,
wrapped in blankets so warm
quilts and colors so fine - the depths to explore
giggling blankets from bed to bed
bare feet on cold wooden floors

off in the fields
sun sets, rises—
day breaks, happiness were we
who were here just lying
the length of a bed
smiling? indeed....

Help me live in fall
like apples crisp and tart,
eaten like jewels,
taken for a ride
to a hay bale fortress
stacked so high
may never come down but
build an endless....ness

past winters falls
the leaves 
from trees - in air
on ground
scattering - cycles
inthroughout

Started while I was living on Milnor Ave. in Syracuse, NY, apparently in 1987 or 1988 when I was aged somewhere from 19 to 21 years, but has been extended, revised, and tweaked at later dates up to this posting.

The stanza arrangement is meant to suggest a leaf zigzag falling, the unaligned side like motion lines and the aligned side like a halt and, until the final stanza, a reversal of direction. I hope to eventually figure out how to place the stanzas so that they are as I have them in physical copy, where the leaf/stanza succession starts vertically centered, swings out to the right margin, then swings past the center to the left margin, then less past the center to the right, then about the same previous amount of past the center to the left, and finally swings rightwards to the center. This pattern made for a circular arrangement of stanzas; a happy accident.

[ The above paragraph had some inaccuracies about the arrangement I was aiming for so it has been edited.(March 9, 2020)]

At many points the poem is meant to allow for multiple interpretations of a phrase etc. by not making clear what its antecedent is and other methods of confusing and or all embracing through vagaries of the English language. At some of these points I couldn’t find a way to not have grammar that inadvertently technically indicates one antecedent/interpretation etc. over others, but one shouldn’t feel stuck with those.