Poems about autumn for school and kindergarten. Beautiful and short quatrains for children

Beautiful poems are liked not only by adults, but also by children. The children are happy to recite them at the festive matinees. Simple texts are more suitable for memorization. Short rhyming lines are easy for kids to remember. Poems are useful for the development of a child of any age. They are more fun to study with. the world, natural phenomena, seasons.

Poems about autumn for children aged 6-7 in an accessible form introduce them to the signs of this season. Children will learn about the behavior of birds and animals, weather, plants. Learning poems for kindergarten, kids get used to performing in front of the public. Children senior group you can safely send them to the competition so that they read their favorite poem about autumn.

Hello golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll paint a picture
To give to my grandfather.

Here is a birch, there is a mountain ash,
Christmas tree green.
Above the sky is blue
The sun is fun.

Here comes the autumn
It's been raining since morning.
But the weather is not afraid
Naughty child.

We will take an umbrella
And let's go for a walk in the yard.
And rubber boots
Our feet don't get wet.

Autumn came to us in September.
How many mushrooms have grown!
Clothes color changed
At trees and bushes.

Maple put on a red caftan,
The poplars are all yellow.
Only the Christmas trees were not removed
The dresses are green.

Look what a miracle
Suddenly it happened in the yard:
Dress up, dress up
All trees in September.

Appeared on mountain ash
scarlet earrings,
And aspens in red dresses
Circling with a birch.

Look outside the window
Leaves are raining down!
We'll go for a walk
We will collect them in bouquets.
Yellow and red
All are so different!

Autumn did not come empty-handed,
She brought a fruit basket.
Peaches, pears and ripe plums
Mom washed it and gave it to us.

A bunch of grapes is sweet and fragrant,
Juicy berries are asked in the mouth.
The main thing is to stop in time,
So that the stomach does not hurt later.

Again the rain charged
Puddles in the yard.
We won't go for a walk with you
We sit in the corner.

The birds flew south
So, autumn is in the yard.
Early in the morning we'll see
White frost on the grass.

The trees dropped their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like a cold mirror
Reflects clouds.

Autumn has come, flew around our garden ...
But on the other hand, mountain ash pleases the guys -
Clusters of scarlet bloom brightly in the wind.
Lush asters with chrysanthemums bloom.

Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Clusters of mountain ash, spruce cones.
Hello our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.

Squirrels have no time to frolic,
Autumn won't wait for them.
Need to think about stocks
To not starve in winter.

Collect nuts, cones
And hide in hiding places.
Frost is not terrible now,
The animals are ready.

On a forest walk we found mushrooms,
Right under the birch, on a green hummock.
Autumn gave velvet hats
Little twins behind a spruce paw.

Sideways put on, a yellow leaf on top.
Grow up brothers! We'll still find.

Forests without leaves
The birds' voices subsided.
Rain drops in the yard
Little sun in October.

It's sad in November for the little animals,
There are no berries or mushrooms.
Good for whoever did
Your stock before the cold.

Look guys
How much gold is around!
This autumn tried
So that our yard becomes elegant.

Golden carpet under your feet
She threw generously.
To all trees and leaves
Handed out yellow paint.

The harvest is ripe
We will collect together.
How many pears hang and apples,
You can't even see branches.

Cabbage buckled up
Pumpkin is good too.
So we didn't try hard
To grow the harvest.

So little sun in November
That you don't want to walk.
But we shouldn't guys
On an autumn day to lose heart.

Look at the puddles -
How thin ice sparkles!
The first snowflake in the sky
Spinning like a helicopter.

Look at the bunny
Well, he became a fashionista!
Boasting a white coat
And he ran off into the woods.

There are also many beautiful poems by famous Russian poets. They are suitable for schoolchildren of grades 1, 2, 3 and for children of the older group of kindergarten.

Evil autumn breeze
I plucked a leaf from a bush.
For a long time he spun with a leaf.
Circled above the trees
And then on my knees
Put down a yellow leaf.
Touched cold face:
"Get a letter!
Autumn sent you
And a bunch of yellow
red,
different letters
Threw.
(E. Avdienko)

2. Late autumn

The shore is timid
Brittle ice falls.
Sad gray cloud
Floats along the bottom of the pond.
Harsh breathes in autumn
Clear water.
Trees shed their leaves
Facing the cold.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

3. In the aspen forest

In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)

4. Sad time! Oh charm!

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)

5. Rustled underfoot

Rustled underfoot
Leaves with yellow sides.
It became damp, it became naked,
You have to get ready for school.
I barely have a notebook
Placed in my portfolio
Among the rowan berries,
maple and aspen leaves,
Acorns and russula…
And, probably, Olezhek,
My desk mate will ask:
"What is all this?" "It's Autumn"...
(T. Agibalova)

6. Golden grove

Autumn! The grove is golden!
golden, blue,
And flies over the grove
A flock of cranes.
High under the clouds
The geese are responding
With a distant lake, with fields
Forever goodbye.
(A. Alien)

7. Carpet tracks

Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane hushed up the conversation.
On the paths where the summer ran,
Multi-colored carpet lay down.

The sparrow was sad outside the window,
Unusually quiet at home.
On autumn carpets
Winter is slowly coming.
(V. Orlov)

8. Raindrops are flying

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps in.

By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(I. Demyanov)

9. Plums fall off in the garden...

Plums fall in the garden
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why the universal sadness
In every line in the poetry of poets?

Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
(L. Kuznetsova)

10. Autumn has come

Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.

The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.

The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.

It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
(E. Arsenina)

11. Autumn in the dance is crying softly

Dissolved autumn braids
Blazing fire.
More often frost, less often dew,
Rain - cold silver.

Autumn bared her shoulders
In the neckline all the trees -
Soon the ball, farewell party...
The leaves are waltzing.

Chrysanthemums with marvelous fur
Decorate autumn outfit.
The wind is not a hindrance to the ball -
Louder music a hundred times!

Unleashed autumn braids,
The wind ruffles silk hair.
More often frost, less often dew,
Sweeter is the smell of late roses.

Autumn in the dance is crying softly
Lips tremble in a whisper.
In puddles, sad eyes hide.
The birds are circling mournfully.

Holding out a leaf like a hand
Waving sad "Goodbye" ...
Autumn, feeling parted,
Whispers tearfully: "Remember ..."
(N. Samoniy)

12. Autumn conversation

Kalina said to Kalina:
- Why are you, girlfriend, in a rut?
Why such a cloudy view?
What is the pain in your heart?
Kalina answered Kalina:
- That's why the torment gnaws at me,
That winter is already on the threshold,
What is already on the approach of a blizzard,
After all, not without reason - think for yourself! -
Our branches flew around yesterday! ..
(A. Kaminchuk)

13. Autumn

If in the trees
the leaves turned yellow
If in a distant land
the birds have flown
If the sky is gloomy
if it's raining,
It's the time of year
called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)

14. Elk echo

The moose trumpeted anxiously:
Summer was - end-chi-moose.
And the forest alarm
Rolled along the road.

He flew up to the clouds with the wind,
Ran along the fox trails.
And from the trees with a yellow echo
Dropped autumn leaves.
(V. Stepanov)

15. Gathered and flew

Gathered and flew
Ducks on a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
The bear is making a lair.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny got warm.
Wears a squirrel for a whole month
For reserve mushrooms in the hollow.
The wolves roam the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
The fox is escaping.
Hides the nutcracker for the winter
In the old moss nuts cleverly.
Capercaillie pinch needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northerners-bullfinches.
(E. Golovin)

16. I walk, I'm sad alone

I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle -
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.
(G. Novitskaya)

17. Autumn worries of a hare

What's on the rabbit's mind?
Prepare for winter.

Obtain not in the store
Down jacket excellent winter.

white-white whiteness,
To run in it until spring.

The former became cold,
Yes, and - gray, and - too small.

He is in the winter of the enemy pack,
Like a target on a slope.

It will be safer in the new
Not more noticeable to dogs and owls.

White snow and white fur -
And warmer and more beautiful than all!
(T. Umanskaya)

18. October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
(V. Berestov)

19. Leaf: quiet, warm, gentle autumn

Quiet, warm, gentle autumn
wilted leaves spread everywhere,
paints in lemon, orange color
light.
On sidewalks, lawns, alleys
she pours them, not sparing at all, -
hung over the window in the web
sheet.
Open the window. And a trusting bird
on my palm, spinning, sits down,
light and cold, gentle and pure
sheet.
Wind gust. The leaf flies from the palm
here he is on the next balcony,
moment - and, bypassing the wide cornice,
way down!
(A. Starikov)

20. Autumn wind: someone walks at the gate

Someone walks at the gate -
That will touch the branch
That will collect blades of grass
And throw it up.

That will begin to bend the mountain ash
At a crowded dacha,
Here he began to blow into the puddle,
Like hot tea.

And does not freeze without a coat
On a chilly blue evening...
This someone is nobody
He is the autumn wind.
(L. Derbenev)

21. From dawn to dusk

Forests are turning
In painted sails.
Autumn again
leaves again
Without beginning, without end
Over the river
And at the porch.

Here they are floating somewhere -
That back
And then go ahead.
From dawn to dusk
The wind is tearing them apart.

all day long
The rains are slanting
Pulling threads through the woods
As if mending painted
Golden sails...
(V. Stepanov)

22. Autumn. Silence in the dacha village ...

Autumn. Silence in the dacha village,
And desert-voiced on earth.
Gossamer in transparent air
Cold as a crack in glass.

Through the sandy pink pines
The roof is bluish with a cockerel;
In a light, hazy velvet sun -
Like a peach touched with fluff.

At sunset, magnificent, but not sharp,
The clouds are waiting for something, frozen;
Holding hands, they shine
The last two, the most golden ones;

Both turn their faces to the sun
Both fade from one end;
The elder bears the feather of the firebird,
The youngest is a fluff of a fire-chick.
(N. Matveeva)

23. Soon white blizzards

Soon white blizzards
Snow will rise from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes have flown.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings -
Fly away, fly away!

Leaf sways patterned
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.

Showered, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks have also flown away.
(E. Blaginina)

24. Leaf fall

Leaves flutter in the air
All Moscow is in yellow leaves.
We are sitting at the window
And we look outside.
Leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into the puddle.
(Yu. Korinets)

25. Rowan

Look! Aspens blushed,
Birches stand in yellow shawls ...
At the forest prima donna rowan
The beads burn like a scarlet ruby.
Dressed up like a princess
At a sumptuous autumn feast.
She is a forest mermaid, probably
Braided the braid in the morning.
(L. Chadova)

26. First of September

A huge bouquet is walking along the road.
In shoes - legs,
Above - takes.
Walking to school
Bouquets of flowers -
Each
By the academic year
Ready.
(B. Belova)

27. On the road, on the path

On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.

The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.

In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
(L. Nelyubov)

28. Leaf fall

leaf fall,
Falling leaves!
Yellow birds fly...
Maybe it's not a bird
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to rest?
will rest,
Strength will be gained
And back to us
Will return.
(I. Bursov)

29. Colored autumn

Colored autumn - evening of the year -
I smile lightly.
But between me and nature
There was thin glass.

This whole world is at a glance,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the car,
I'm still at home, but on the road.
(S. Marshak)

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30. Leaf fall

fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible.
- We are from maples ...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From bird cherry ...
- From oak ...
- From a birch ...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!
(Yu. Kapotov)

31. Autumn walks along the path

Autumn walks along the path
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light
Lost somewhere summer.
Autumn walks, autumn wanders,
The wind blew the leaves off the maple tree.
New carpet underfoot
Yellow-pink maple.
(V. Avdienko)

32. September elegant ...

In red boots, in a yellow suit,
September came out in a fashionable outfit.
In a wheat curl, to the envy of the virgins,
The viburnum ruby ​​is skillfully woven.

Walking like a dandy on the grasses of the meadow,
He brings gifts to his friends.
Aspens in a grove, in a birch forest
Waiting for the color of honey and gold in braids.

Handed out all the colors September is generous,
But there was not enough pine and cedar,
And linden and oak are not enough of them ...
Calls September to help his brother.

In an amber tailcoat, to the sound of streams,
October feasts in gardens and parks,
And gold pours of various samples.
November, all in white, is on the way.
(I. Rasulova)

33. Autumn signs

thin birch
Dressed in gold.
Here comes the sign of autumn.

The birds are flying away
To the land of warmth and light,
Here is another one for you
Autumn omen.

Sowing rain drops
All day since dawn.
This rain too
Autumn omen.

Proud boy, happy:
After all, he is wearing
school shirt,
Bought in the summer.

Girl with a briefcase.
Everyone knows that this is
Autumn coming
True omen.
(L. Preobrazhenskaya)

34. Empty birdhouse

Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
(I. Tokmakova)

35. Autumn Gamma

Empty siskin's nest.
Before.
Autumn day in the yard.
Re.
The wind howls outside the door.
Before. Re. Mi.
Bright days empty column.
F.
The whole earth turned white.
La.
Ice in the puddles, like salt.
Salt.
Wear a warm hat.
Si.
Before. Re. Mi. F. Salt. La. Si. Before.
Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain.
Snow!
(Luchezar Stanchev)

36. Autumn has come

The rowan became sweet ...
All the grass is like a broom ...
Ant carries a club
In a warm anthill...

Saw in an anthill
From it logs ...

Because it has come
Autumn... unfortunately...
(A. Anpilov)

37. Look how beautiful the day is

Look how beautiful the day is
And how clear the sky
As the ash tree burns under the sun,
Maple burns without fire.

And circles over the meadow,
Like a firebird, a crimson leaf.

And scarlet like rubies
Rowan berries bloom
Waiting for guests
Red-breasted bullfinches...

And on a hillock, in red leaves,
As if in lush fox fur coats,
majestic oaks
With sadness look at the mushrooms -

old and small
Russula scarlet
And purple fly agaric
In the middle of wormholes...

The day is drawing to a close,
Goes to sleep in the red tower
The sun is red from heaven...
The leaves are fading.
The forest fades.
(I. Maznin)

38. Birds fly away

The birds are being escorted
On the way to the forest:
long echo
Flying into the sky.
The birds are being escorted
Meadows on the way:
Herbs have grown
In big stacks.
Even after them
Like a wing
scarecrow waving
Empty sleeve.
(V. Stepanov)

39. Leaf fall

Ice crunches underfoot
I can not see anything. Darkness.
And the leaves rustle - invisible,
Flying from every bush.
Autumn walks the roads of summer
Everything is quiet, it's easy to rest.
Only in the sky is festive from the light -
The sky lit up all the constellations! ..
Similar to golden leaves
Stars are falling from the sky... flying...
As if in the dark starry sky too
Has come autumn leaf fall.
(E. Trutneva)

40. Doctor Autumn

On the spines of hedgehogs
Two mustard plasters lie.
So someone put them on
But where is this doctor?
The forest sighed
And dropped the leaves...
- Guessed! It's Autumn!
(E. Grigorieva)

41. All trees fall asleep

All the trees fall asleep
Leaves fall from the branches.
Only spruce does not crumble -
She never sleeps.
Fear of rest does not give:
Wouldn't oversleep New Year!
(M. Schwartz)

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42. Harvest Festival

Autumn decorates the squares
Multicolored foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens, and in the garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the mink,
To have lunch in winter.
Root squirrels dry,
bees store honey.
Grandma cooks jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
Harvest was born -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
(T. Bokova)

43. Golden autumn of wonderful beauty

Blue sky, bright flowers,
gold autumn wonderful beauty.
How much sun, light, gentle warmth,
Autumn gave us this Indian summer.
We are glad for the last warm, clear days,
Honey mushrooms on stumps, cranes in the sky.

As if an artist with a bold hand
Painted birch trees with golden paint,
And, adding red, painted the bushes
Maples and aspens of wondrous beauty.
It turned out autumn - do not take your eyes off!
Who else can draw like this?
(I. Butrimova)

44. Autumn miracle

It's autumn now, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.

The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings mournfully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.

And this wish came true
Having fun kids:
Miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
(N. Samoniy)

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45. Autumn awards

swayed
Noisy
In the dark thicket
Pines, firs!
Encounter with the wind
So happy:
He gives them
Rewards!
Attaches
"Order of the Maple"
On the uniform
Pine green.
red order,
notched,
with golden
Border!
And handily
medals
each spruce
The winds have come!
golden
Yes, pink
"Aspen",
"Birch"!
(A. Shevchenko)

46. ​​Autumn wind

Rain. Clouds over the earth
An uninterrupted sequence.
Under the bush, dry is sad
Empty nest.

The wind spins and rushes -
Whirlwind of leaves, noise and groan,
Maybe turn into a storm
Did he think this time?

The rain subsides in the evening.
Dreams roam in the night garden.
And curled up in a ball, the wind
Sleeping soundly in an empty nest.
(N. Zverkovskaya)

47. Good sorceress

In a golden carriage
What about the playful horse
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything:
Bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Miracle is surprised.
Everything around sparkles
Everything spills over.
(Yu. Kapustina)

48. Autumn in the forest

Autumn forest every year
Pays gold to enter.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"Stin..." -
And shivering from the cold.

And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"Well, the dress!
What a charm!"
Leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch whispers:
"I'll chill!..."

Lost weight at the oak
Gilded coat.
The oak caught on, but it's too late
And he roars:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.
(A. Gontar, translated by V. Berestov)

49. Mischievous

circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)

50. Slow down, autumn

Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show
I turn yellow leaves,
Let me make sure, don't rush
How fresh is your silence

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flame of aspens...
(L. Tatyanicheva)

51. Wasps

Wasps are yellower by autumn,
Striped and meaner -
Apparently, grandmother's compote
It does not give them rest.
And jam, and jam
We have, and they
It's a shame.
(V. Stepanov)

52. Autumn blanket

On the trees
There are few leaves.
On the ground -
Overwhelming.

From patchwork
Blanket
goodbye
Autumn
Sewing.
(S. Ostrovsky)

53. The approach of autumn

Gradually getting colder
And the days got shorter.
Summer is running fast
A flock of birds, flashing in the distance.

Already the rowans have turned red,
The grass has become withered
Appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.

In the morning the fog swirls
Motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
Like a hot summer day.

But the wind barely blows
And autumn leaves
Flickers in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
(I. Butrimova)

54. September makes us sad with tears of rain...

September makes us sad with tears of rain...
Already under the silver more than once the herbs were hidden,
In the puddles in the morning transparent frames,
Rowan under the window blushed like a child ...
The river runs, hurries, trying to avoid
A languid sleep and a long captivity...
And the maple birch whispers with inspiration,
How can he wait patiently...
(O. Kukharenko)

55. September

It suddenly became twice as bright,
Yard in the sun
This dress is golden
At the birch on the shoulders.
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
Cranes are flying.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
(E. Trutneva)

56. Sad autumn

Leaves flew away
Follow the birds.
I am red autumn
I miss you day after day.

The sky is sad
The sun is sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
(N. Samoniy)

57. Autumn fairy tale

The fairy tale begins
Autumn is quiet.
She walks through the forest
Like a moose
Can't see
Don't hear
As follows the branches.
But behind it we are with you
Let's hurry ourselves.
You see it flared up
Clusters of September rowan.
You see, the mushroom turned red
Under the ringing aspen.
Hangs in a light haze
On the pine cobweb.
Summer is tangled up in her
Aspen leaf.
(G. Novitskaya)

58. Why do trees shed their leaves in autumn?

Why are trees in winter?
Stripping around?
And trees also need
Undress before bed!
(V. Orlov)

59. Autumn seamstress

So that the little earth winters without hassle,
Autumn sews a patchwork quilt for her.
The leaf is neatly sewn to the leaf,
The stitch adjusts with a pine needle.

Leaves to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here next to the crimson lilac lies down,
Although very golden to the taste of the seamstress,
Will fit and brown, and even spotted.

The thread of the web fastens them carefully.
More beautiful than this, you will not find pictures.
(T. Gusarova)

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60. Autumn treasure

Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)

61. Aspen

In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms

That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.
(R. Sef)

62. Trouble

It's still winter
But not for fun
Drags the squirrel into the bins
Berries, nuts...

Where to get sweets in winter
For kids
And for guests?
(V. Stepanov)

63. It's overcast outside the window

It's overcast outside the window... So what?
I am enjoying this beautiful day.

I look into the lakes-heavens, I melt in them,
Sailing into the sky-high distances.

I inhale the aroma of leaves with bitterness.
I love gossamer lace.

And I rejoice in the moment I live
Drawing unearthly inspiration.

It's overcast outside the window... So what?
I am enjoying this beautiful day...
(N. Pristi)

64. Autumn, autumn

Autumn, autumn.
Please visit!
autumn, autumn,
Stay for eight weeks:
With rich bread
With high sheaves
With leaf fall and rain
With a migratory crane.
(I. Surikov)

65. Falling leaves

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
yellowness, yellowness,
So autumn is not spring.
(V. Nirovich)

66. Falling Lesson

And in pairs, in pairs after her,
For my dear teacher
Solemnly we leave the village.
And in the puddles from the lawns there was a lot of foliage!

"Look! On the dark Christmas trees in the undergrowth
Maple stars burn like pendants.
Bend over for the prettiest leaf
Veins of crimson on gold.

Remember everything, how the earth falls asleep,
And the wind covers it with leaves."
And in the maple grove lighter and lighter.
All new leaves fly off the branches.

We play and rush under the leaf fall
With a sad, thoughtful woman nearby.
(V. Berestov)

67. October came

October has come. Brought under the crowns
Your torch - the forests flared up.
One pine tree with green fire
Laughs in autumn's eyes.
The wind blows through the alleys
With golden foliage at the wedding.
And the forest is sad for bird trills,
Spill pensive calm.
(L. Bochenkov)

68. Autumn

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"

Leaves yellow downpour,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"

Frost on the shrub
He threw on a white cloak.
The oak whispers to the mountain ash:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"

Fir trees whisper
In the middle of the forest:
"Soon will be swept
And he'll wind up soon!"
(A. Efimtsev)

69. Until next summer

Quietly the summer is leaving
dressed in leaves.
And stays somewhere
in a dream or in reality:
silver fly
in spider webs
undrunk mug
steam milk.
And a glass stream.
And warm earth.
And above the forest glade
buzzing bumblebee.

Autumn comes quietly
dressed in mist.
She brings rain
from foreign countries.
And a yellow heap of leaves,
and the scent of the forest
and dampness in dark burrows.

And somewhere behind the wall
alarm clock until dawn
chirping on the table:
“Until bu-du-sche-th-let,
to bu-du-sche-go-le- ... "
(Tim Sobakin)

70. Complains, cries

Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides tears
Under someone else's umbrella...

Sticks to passers-by
Bores them -
different, different,
Sleepy and sick...

That makes you tedious
windy longing,
That breathes a cold
Moist city...

What do you need
Weird madam?
And in response - annoying
Whip on wires...
(A. Herbal)

71. Autumn assignments

Morning in the forest
Above the silver thread
Spiders are busy -
Telephone operators.
And now from the Christmas tree
To the aspen
Like wires, they sparkle
Cobwebs.
Calls are ringing:
- Attention! Attention!
Listen to autumn
Tasks!
Hello, bear!
- I'm listening to! Yes Yes!
- Not far off
Cold!
Until the winter came
To the threshold
Do you need urgently
Find a den!
The bells are ringing
At squirrels and hedgehogs,
From the top
And to the lower floors:
- Check it out soon
Your pantries -
Are there enough supplies
For wintering.
The bells are ringing
At the old swamp:
- Herons have everything ready
For a flight?
Everything is ready for departure!
- Good luck!
Don't forget again
Look in!
Linden bells are ringing
And for maple:
– Hello! Tell,
Who is on the phone?
– Hello! By the phone
Ants!
– close
Your ants!
Tell me, is this a river?
River, river!
- And why for crayfish
No place?
And the river says:
- These are lies!
I will show you,
Where do crayfish hibernate?
- Hello guys!
Good afternoon guys!
Already on the street
It's cold!
Time for the birds
Hang out feeders
On the windows, on the balconies,
On the edge!
After all, the birds
Your faithful friends
And about our friends
You can't forget!
(V. Orlov)

72. In October

The gray day is shorter than the night
Cold water in the river
Frequent rain wets the ground
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold arrives
Houses are warming up.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

73. The forest also smells of mushrooms

The forest smells like mushrooms
And the leaf didn't come off
At the aspen.
And from the browned rowan
More heat of summer
Didn't disappear.
Haven't told everything yet
Stream,
living under the roots.
But the rain
Already in a hurry for us
Like forests
Didn't see it!
(G. Novitskaya)

74. Ooty-ooty

under the birch
Under the aspen
barely moving,
Like a duck brood
Leaves float on the river.

- Don't forget, don't forget
Come back to us in the spring!
- Uchi-uchi!.. Uchi-uchi...
The world of the forest subsides.

And mother trees stand
And they rustle anxiously
And look at the very best
yellow
small
leafing through...
(M. Yasnov)

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75. Autumn

A flock of birds fly away
Clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
Aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.
(I. Melnichuk)

76. Leaf fall

Fallen leaves crunch underfoot
The whole earth, covered with a multi-colored carpet,
And maple autumn cold flame
Sparkles in the sun like a farewell fire.

And the wind plays with a rowan branch
And the clusters flash in the autumn foliage.
There has long been a sign among the people,
With a lot of mountain ash - for a cold winter.

The last daisies have golden eyes
Reminded again of the departed warmth
And drops of dew, like living tears,
From their white cilia flow at dawn.

And the wind drives the fallen leaves
And the cranes fly like a sad wedge.
I have a train that rushed from summer to autumn,
A yellow ticket will wave in the distance.
(I. Butrimova)

77. Autumn is coming

Following the summer
Autumn is coming.
yellow songs
The wind sings to her
Red under your feet
spreading leaves,
white snowflake
Flying into the blue.
(V. Stepanov)

78. Leaf walker

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves ...
leaf fall,
change of seasons,
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river freeze,
And there is nowhere to go from frost.
The river was covered with a fox coat,
But trembling
And can't get warm.
(V. Shulzhik)

79. November

Maples are flying faster and faster,
Darker and darker the low vault of heaven,
Everything is clearer, how the crowns are empty,
All you hear is how the forest grows numb,
And increasingly hiding in the darkness
The sun that has cooled to the ground ...
(I. Maznin)

80. Night leaf

I was sitting today
before dark
Near the open
Window.
Suddenly on the windowsill
lay down
Golden
Little leaf.
Damp outside the window
And dark.
Here he flew
To my window.
He is trembling.
And it is clear that this is why
The tail is wiggling
Him.
(V. Orlov)

81. Swans flew away

swans flew away
From North to South.
Lost swans
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff
Shines in the air
Whether through our windows
First snow
Flies.
(V. Prikhodko)

82. Autumn tears

Wept at night
Yellow maples.
Remember maples,
How green they were.
from yellow birch
It also dripped.
So birch too
Cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)

83. Summer ends

Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
(I. Tokmakova)

84. Naughty rain

Rain, rain, you listen:
Don't walk barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears cold in a knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)

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Poems about autumn: A. S. Pushkin

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

AUTUMN

(excerpt)

October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA

leaf fall, leaf fall,
All the link rushed to the garden,
Shura came running.

Leaves (hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

A shower of leaves lacy
Rustles about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Three leaves swept,
Approached the teacher
- Things are going well!
(I'm working, mind you, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka ...)

How the link works
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
Leaves rustle sadly
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Poems about autumn:

Alexey Pleshcheev

Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!

AUTUMN SONG

The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.

The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

AUTUMN

Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..

Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.

Poems about autumn:

Ivan Bunin

LEAF FALL

Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.

Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...

Dry stalks of corn in the fields,

Wheel tracks and faded haulm.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.

Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Rock breaks. Here is the night and here we go
To the dark shore At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.

"Do you see water?" - “I see only mercury
Foggy brilliance ... "No sky, no earth.
Only a star shine hangs under us - in a muddy
Bottomless phosphorus dust.

Poems about autumn:

Boris Pasternak

GOLD AUTUMN

Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes

Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.

buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.

Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolai Nekrasov

UNCOMPRESSED STRIP

Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,

Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.

It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
We are bored listening to the autumn blizzard,

It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!

We are being ruined by villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,

The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us ...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?

Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?

Not! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.

Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "

The wind brings them a sad answer:
“Your plowman has no urine.

He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.

Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,

The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.

Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

We didn't see the beetle
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!

Poems about autumn:

V. Stepanov

SPARROW

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.

Poems about autumn:

Konstantin Balmont

AUTUMN

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

Poems about autumn:

Apollo Maykov

AUTUMN

Covers a golden leaf
Wet ground in the forest...
I boldly trample with my foot
Spring forest beauty.

Cheeks burn with cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack
Rake the leaves with your feet!

I have no former pleasures here!
The forest has taken a secret from itself:
The last nut is plucked
Tied the last flower;

Moss is not raised, not blown up
A pile of curly mushrooms;
Doesn't hang around the stump
Purple lingonberry brushes;

Long on the leaves, lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks cold somehow
Clear skies...

Leaves rustle under foot;
Death spreads its harvest...
Only I have a cheerful soul
And like crazy, I sing!

I know, not without reason among the mosses
I tore an early snowdrop;
Down to autumn colors
Every flower I have met.

What the soul told them
What did they say to her?
I remember, breathing happiness,
In winter nights and days!

Leaves rustle underfoot...
Death spreads its harvest!
Only I am cheerful in soul -
And like crazy, I sing!

Autumn leaves circling in the wind

Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!

The royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring ripens in him.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolai Ogarev

IN AUTUMN

How good were sometimes spring bliss -
And the soft freshness of green grasses,
And leaves fragrant young shoots
On the branches of the quivering awakened oak forests,
And the day is a luxurious and warm radiance,
And bright colors gentle blend!
But you are closer to the heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest on the soil of a compressed field
With a whisper, it blows away the old sheets,
And the sun later from the desert height,
The despondency of the bright is fulfilled, looks ...
So peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.

Poems about autumn:

Alexander Tvardovsky

NOVEMBER

The tree became more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidy and empty.
And naked as a panicle
Clogged with mud by the countryside,
Blown with hoar frost,
Trembling, whistling vine bush.

Between thinning tops

Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable,
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.

Poems about autumn:

Athanasius Fet

IN AUTUMN

When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,

We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.

Poems about autumn:

Fedor Tyutchev

Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…

Poems about autumn:

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...

Children's poems about autumn

E. Trutneva

In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...

Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.

Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.

A. Berlova

NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

SEPTEMBER
Autumn got the colors
She needs a lot of coloring.
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray - the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.

****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
Zhito harvested, mowed hay,
The suffering and the heat have departed.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Again, autumn stands at the yard.

Golden bales of straw
On currents on collective farms lie.
And guys dear friend
They rush to school.

****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson ...
It's good to roam with a basket
Along the edges and glades!

We go and under our feet
A rustle of gold is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
Smells like forest freshness.

And behind the foggy haze
A river glitters in the distance.
Spread on the glades
Autumn yellow silks.

Through the needles a cheerful beam
I penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!

On the mounds of handsome maples
Scarlet burst into flames ...
How many saffron milk caps
We'll collect in a day in the grove!

Autumn walks through the forests.
There is no better time than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.

Y. Kasparova

NOVEMBER
In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.

SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.

OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?

I. Tokmakova

SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.

Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they lie like a bright carpet under my feet.
Like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy ...
I throw leaves up at random -
I, too, can arrange a leaf fall!

AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks out into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
During the night the ground froze
All hazel in silver.

The belated ginger is squirming,
A broken branch is pressed.
On his chilled skin
Drops of light tremble.

Silence frightening disturbing
In a sensitively dormant forest
Moose roam cautious,
They gnaw at the bitter bark.

****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
Birch braids untwisted,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars flooded.

Willows drooped by the pond,
Aspens trembled
Oaks, always huge,
It's like they've gotten smaller.

Everything calmed down. Shrunk.
drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
Better for winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.

There are yellow leaves,
The leaves are red.
Let's put it in a bag
We are different leaves!

It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!

****
Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying
The day is merry.
Leading a kindergarten
Kids to school.

Our flowers have bloomed
The birds are flying.
You are going for the first time
Study in first grade.

sad dolls sit
On an empty terrace.
Our fun kindergarten
Remember in class.

Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We will be with you at school.

Folk songs about autumn for children

The geese flying south are shouting:

- Geese are flying -

Flat socks!

Geese say:

- So-and-so-we-whether, so-and-so-we,

We will return to the houses!

Burn, burn bright

To not go out!

The clouds are floating

Cranes are called:

- Curly-si, curly-si,

Let's run across Russia!

Poems by Russian poets about autumn for children

A. Pleshcheev "Autumn has come"

Autumn has come

dried flowers,

And look sad

Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow

Grass in the meadows

Only turns green

Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky

The sun doesn't shine

The wind howls in the field

The rain is pouring...

Noisy water

fast stream,

The birds have flown away

To warm climes.

A. Maikov "Autumn"(excerpt)

Covers a golden leaf

Wet ground in the forest...

I boldly trample with my foot

Spring forest beauty.

Cheeks burn with cold;

I like to run in the forest,

Hear the branches crack

Rake the leaves with your feet!

A. Pleshcheev "A boring picture"

Boring picture!

Clouds without end

The rain is pouring down

Puddles on the porch...

stunted rowan

Wet under the window;

Looks village

Gray spot.

What are you visiting early

Autumn, come to us?

Still asks the heart

Light and warmth!

A. Fet "The swallows are gone"

The swallows are gone

And yesterday dawn

All the rooks flew

Yes, how the network flickered

Over that mountain.

In the evening everyone sleeps

It's dark outside.

The leaf falls dry

At night the wind is angry

Yes, knock on the window.

It would be better if snow and blizzard

Happy to meet you!

As if in fear

Shouting out to the south

The cranes are flying.

You will leave - involuntarily

It's hard - even cry!

Look across the field

Tumbleweed

Jumps like a ball.

A. Pushkin "Autumn"(excerpt)

Sad time! Oh charm!

Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -

I love the magnificent nature of wilting,

Forests clad in crimson and gold,

In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,

And the heavens are covered with mist,

And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,

And distant gray winter threats.

A. Pushkin “Already the sky was breathing in autumn”

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less

The day was getting shorter

Forests mysterious canopy

She stripped naked with a sad noise.

Fog fell on the fields

Noisy geese caravan

Stretched to the south: approaching

Pretty boring time;

November was already at the yard.

F. Tyutchev "There is in the original autumn"

Is in the autumn of the original

A short but marvelous time -

The whole day stands as if crystal,

And radiant evenings ...

Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,

Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -

Only cobwebs of thin hair

Shines on an idle furrow.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,

But far from the first winter storms

And pure and warm azure pours

To the resting field...

S. Mikhalkov "If"

We sit and look out the windows.

Clouds are flying across the sky.

In the yard the dogs get wet,

They don't even want to bark.

Where is the sun?

What happened?

Water flows all day long.

It's so damp outside

That you won't go anywhere.

If you take all these puddles

And combine into one

And then at this puddle

measure depth,

It turns out that a puddle

The Black Sea is no worse

Only the sea is a little deeper,

Only the puddle is a little narrower.

If you take all these clouds

And combine into one

And then on this cloud

Measure the width

That will be the answer,

That the clouds have no edges,

That in Moscow from the clouds - rain,

And in Chita from the clouds - snow.

If you take all these drops

And combine into one

And then this drop

Thread to measure the thickness -

There will be such a chapel

That no one dreamed of.

And never dream

So much water!

Rhymes about autumn for children

We, friends, ask each other:

What has come today? ... (Autumn)

Autumn, autumn-bad weather.

Puddles right at ... (threshold).

Puddles on the road

Take care ... (legs).

Cloud like a bird

Across the sky ... (rushes).

Autumn, autumn leaf fall,

The leaves are yellow ... (fly).

The wind is blowing, blowing

A cloud of sun ... (closes).

Rain dripping in the morning -

Autumn is sad... (it's time).

Riddles in poems about autumn for children

There is also a spine, there is also a hat, not a mushroom. (Umbrella)

Antoshka stands on one leg.

They are looking for him, but he does not respond. (Mushroom)

She grew, she grew, she grew

Came out of the bushes

Lit up in bright color

And everyone loved it. (Berry)

Falling from branches

Gold coins. (Autumn leaves, leaf fall)

Large, fractionally frequent

And the whole earth got wet. (Rain)

A bird flies across the blue sky.

Wings spread -

The sun has dimmed. (Cloud)

Yellow leaves fly

The rain waters the earth...

When does it happen? (in autumn)

Many autumn poems
For the youngest readers
Invented by the past generation
Grandfathers, great-grandfathers and our fathers.
They described everything in colors,
What gives a beautiful autumn,
And what is unkind,
And her wind is unbearable!
But poets love her
Artists and musicians
Though warmed by an imaginary fire,
But they give her their talents!

The weeping time has come
The birds fled from the yard
A fire burns in the bushes,
Though the sun no longer heats the heat!
And a light haze, with a veil,
Fog is drifting towards us from afar.
Poetry is the golden word
This is ready to sing.
All this is called autumn,
And I love her portraits. (or: And I love sonnets about her.)

The trees are undressed
How sorry they were
Mountain ash blushed
And the weed is gone!
That autumn is a covenant for itself,
Plunge into the red sea
It gives love in its own way!
Which cannot be dismissed!

AT childhood autumn seems
Very harmful, very gloomy!
After the summer it does not fit in any way,
With great literature!
But Russian poets have it
Causes one admiration
Like, for the joy of the eye is given,
It's time for autumn and no bloom!
Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov,
Sang it for all of us
Like, look, there are so many colors in it,
And, they say, all this without embellishment!
I also wanted to understand
How does she inspire them?
Been watching autumn
And I saw the beauty bloom!
Huge bright palette of colors,
And rowan beads glow,
Even that heavy emptiness
Heavenly ashes haze!

Golden-golden, my dear autumn
I go playing with leaves
And admire you!
If I could rule with a brush
I would draw you
But I will praise with verses
After all, words are subject to me.
I will call you queen
All the time that is on earth!
I hope I don't piss them off
That I give love only to you!

Autumn is a glorious enchantress!
You, having painted with your right hand
The world around does not skimp on paint
There is no better time of the year!
The poets of the world have praised you,
And the musicians often sang!
And I want to sing you
And I want to find glory for you!
In poems, in ballads, dreams
You, my cool moment,
I want to whole century capture,
And fly away with your wind!

What is cold autumn?
Why is everyone chanting it
And not only natural colors
But the days when everything howls?
I decided to figure it out myself
And put on high boots
And I went for a walk through the meadows,
Through the forests, through the distant fields!
In blooming purple, bright
Yellow glare paint
Red brush, hot brush,
Paints as if in a fairy tale!
How beautiful you are, autumn
Understood, I then you!
Brings joy to people
What do you give us loving!

In the garden they forced a child
Learn poems about autumn
And I will say that I am from the cradle
I don't like her very much!
And even the colors are bright
I'm not inspired!
I want hot days
When friends walk!
But my mother came to mind
The idea of ​​autumn to protect,
And she brought me boots
Through puddles to roam!
And I'll tell you from the bottom of my heart
I love autumn in cities
After all, kids love
Jump through the puddles in the yards!

A big competition awaits me
The best miss "Autumn"!
I will light up a new star
And I'm very worried!
Golden wreath on me
rowan earrings,
Even the birds above
There is no such picture!
I'm waiting for victory, friends,
Beautiful autumn!

Autumn, autumn you are my golden
Poems dedicated to you!
Everyone always admires loudly,
Your soul is airy and thin!
How not to love you for the colors
How not to love you for breathing?
After all, only with you is all the fuss,
Leaves the subconscious!

Ice cubes crunch underfoot
The leaves are torn on the boots,
By leaps and bounds,
Autumn is rushing to the threshold!
Beautiful and very bright
With their hot colors
She warms in the cold
Even if you can't see the heat!

People wrap themselves in warm clothes,
Your clothes, leaving everything at home,
Only rowan put on earrings,
Only the trees look different
Yellow paints, bright spots,
Purple, burgundy, merlot and pomegranate,
Looks at us from the fire all hot
Autumn, which makes me immensely happy!

Autumn-autumn golden,
Falling leaves on the road!
I play with your foliage
And I'm extremely happy about that!
Yes, we said goodbye to summer,
But there's no need to be sad
Autumn has greetings
Well, sadness, then everything is empty!

I hear a rustle under my feet
I am already fallen leaves,
And the grass lies, does not breathe,
The brook froze running ...
This autumn is coming
We are on our heels every day,
The kid is no longer playing
And a shadow has risen in the sky!

yellowed leaves,
Autumn is already in the yard
The grass darkened
Where can kids play?
Us raw rains
Tired at all
But we are ahead
Bad weather is only shade ...
Even if the sun's eyes
Warmed us up
I would then be glad
I would sing autumn!

Very golden
Fragrant paints
I draw you
Such a beautiful one!
I'm crazy about you
I don't need a mess
What gives a dashing summer
Let it be warmed by the sun.
I want your peace
My colorful autumn ...

Autumn, wonderful time
Children in the yards in the morning
Already rustling sheet
Yellow grass!
Voices ring around
Everyone run outside!
Run and jump through the puddles
And collect a herbarium!

Yellow leaves in the yard
And there are no flowers already in the grass
Frost light walked
And covered with frost all around!
It's time for goodbyes
And soon the sun will be gone.
That autumn is in a hurry to visit us,
And give us colors!

Leaves tangled underfoot
Rowan in the eyes burns,
I wrapped myself in a warm jacket
After all, the sun no longer soars!
But don't get upset
This autumn waved its wings,
And let the wind howl the song
We will sing it with him!

Nice on a clear morning,
Not like summer days
I collected foliage in the herbarium,
And the remains of flowers and grass.
A bouquet will delight us,
The leaves are bright straightened!
Your last greeting to us,
Conquered by its beauty!

The most beautiful poems about autumn from Russian poets
Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
Air tired forces invigorates;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies;

Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi
And moss swamps, and stumps -

All is well under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails.
I think my mind...
(N. Nekrasov)

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)

Autumn in the yard
Summer is crumbling
Autumn is in the yard.
Flocks of birds are calling
Behind the forest at dawn.
Crying, tormented
Autumn time.
And I missed crying
He leaves the yard.
Cold days have come
Everywhere snow and ice.
The waterways are frozen,
And only the blizzard sings.
Snowdrifts shake white,
How the roof rustles.
For numb boughs
Hooks, whistles.
Screaming like a crazy witch
And there is silence.
My hut is small
Alone in the forest.
(K. Balmont)

Noisy leaves, flying around
Noisy leaves, flying around,
The forest started the autumn howl ...
Some gray birds flock
Spinning in the wind with foliage.

And I was small - a careless joke
Their confusion seemed to me:
Under the rumble and rustle of a terrible dance
I had doubly fun.

I wanted along with a noisy whirlwind
Spinning through the forest, screaming -
And meet each copper sheet
Delight joyfully-crazy!
(I. Bunin)

gold autumn

Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing.
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
(B. Pasternak)

Patterned sundress

Autumn walks, the forests blossomed. -
"I will dress the fields in a sundress."
And Winter grumbled dejectedly:
"I'll put them under the canvas."
The wind flew by. They shouted.
And the joker unfolded a whole buzz.
“As Autumn orders me, - at first,
And then: - Like Winter, - he whispered.
Wagged, twisted, two-faced,
And started a blizzard for six months.
Look, rooks, along with a bird of various
March and April danced here.
The mists warmed up in the morning,
Sweet spring blows in the heart.
And all over the earth - sundresses,
And what is their pattern - painted.
(K. Balmont)

Uncompressed strip

Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.
It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
"It's boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!
We are being ruined by the villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?
Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?
Not! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.
Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "
The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.
Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,
The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.
The eyes dimmed and the voice disappeared,
That a mournful song sang,
Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.
(Nikolai Nekrasov)

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