Wind chimes spin in a wild dervish whirl
Fallen leaves sweep up in rowdy swirl 
Boy holds hands of a rosy cheeked girl
Their scarves, like sails, begin to unfurl
Their laughter swoops up into the air
And bubbles of joy float everywhere
The children play, giggling without care
As northern winds blow ‘em here and there
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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