Poems for children on the theme "winter". Children's poems about winter Short quatrains about winter

Every day the frost is getting stronger, it snows almost every day and covers the ground with an increasingly dense snow-white carpet. Flushed kids sculpt snowmen and ride down the hills with a cheerful squeal. And at home it’s cozy and warm with hot tea in a “pot-bellied” mug ...

Today we offer you a selection of beautiful poems about winter. They fill the soul with a special state. And you will definitely want to walk through the creaky snow or even slide down the hill, as in childhood. It's boring to sit at home when there is such a dazzling beauty outside the window!

In the picture of winter, everything is white with snow ...

Short, beautiful poems about winter

Hello Mother Winter!

Hello, in a white sundress
From silver brocade.
Diamonds burn on you
Like bright rays.
Hello Russian girl,
Coloring soul.
white winch,
Hello Mother Winter!

Winter has come - so meet, meet!
Either the sun will flare up, or it will swirl.
We love winter for warm tea
In cozy, bright, pot-bellied mugs.

For how come the snowmen
We are saluting from the end of the alley,
And for the warmth of my dear hand
That warms our frozen fingers.

Snow flies like moths
And circles above the earth
From the window I watch
For beauty in winter.
The snow is spinning and spinning
He is silver like the stars.
Like a blank page
New life white sheet.

Winter dream

I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skis,
Shiny snow and skis
I dreamed all the time.

How many different hats!

How many different hats!
Blue, red, clean, dirty!
There are many different hats in different hats -
Even sad and unhappy ones.
The snow was falling thickly
And fell asleep sad, sad ...
There are neither sad nor grouchy -
Many white and happy!
Emma Moshkovskaya

Winter

In the picture in winter
Everything is white with snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on her
In the middle of a glade with cotton wool
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.
Viktor Lunin

Zimushka-winter

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind is knocking on sleepy houses with its wings.
Squares and parks are blooming with snowy whiteness.
And the frost builds arches over the forest path.
Tatyana Bokova

It's getting worse, worse, worse
It's frosty outside.
And everyone is warmer
Wraps up nose.
Both people and machines
Now is not up to beauty.
Both people and machines
They covered their noses.

New Year's dreams

White flakes fly and fly
This winter is leaving its mark.
You can see the fairy tale of winter
And sweet New Year's dreams.
If you believe in winter
fairy world,
Can be understood and seen again
Old dreams.
White flakes fly and fly
Understand the story...
Shakirov Shamil

The creak of footsteps along the white streets

The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.
Athanasius Fet

Winter scattering

Winter clear skies at night...
A scattering of stars… Queen moon…
At the time of frost, earthly desire
A string sings to the subtle soul.

This desire for a cozy home
It seems to be the main blizzard at times.
All that is false, worthy of breaking,
To be yourself in life...

Flying, spinning white snow,
Like moths, on everything and everyone,
And covers all traces
Autumn gray bustle.
Sad days finished the verse,
And as if the light is brighter in the windows.
Hides a white veil
Souls of autumn sadness
And reflects the shine of the moon
Breath of fairytale winter.
Planida Natalia

winter story

Everything is dressed in white in winter.
People, pine crowns and houses.
Switched to winter scenes.
Thoughts, views, everyday affairs.
Zimushka is having fun playfully.
pristine pure white.
That will suddenly play arrogantly.
It will spin, it will clog with a veil,
All her whims are dear to her heart,
Like you, sharp with a cunning.
In a tender kiss your lips.
Just like snowflakes, cold.
Valery Vaganov

Winter

Winter is the charm of the soul.
Sugrobov marvelous hills.
Snow is a wonderful radiance.
Delights of bright winters.
And a trio of gray firemen.
Yes, with bells under the arc
And the song, the song is mischievous.
Under the silver moon
Winter sorceress walks.
Pleases with its beauty.
Soul and heart rest
And life is much more fun.
Valery Vaganov

Well, winter! .. Snowdrift, cold,
Sweeps, twists, vyuzhit,
It burns with frost, chokes with ice,
Drives into a hot house.
Christmas tree catchy
It will fly into the house almost like a dragonfly.
Fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will spill.
V. Alexandrov

Winter is a charming time of the year and bewitchingly pure nature, wrapped in snow-white clothes.

Let us be fabulously warm in this black and white world!

Beautiful, sincere poems about winter

Winter Time

The time of winter with December comes,
Only she does not know this subtlety
And in November it will cover the earth with snow,
The rink will equip the children in the puddles.

So slowly the work will go,
Zimushka knows that time does not wait.
Blizzards, blizzards she will bring,
Snow powder will sweep the way.

The branches of the trees will cover everything with snow,
Their primordial nakedness will hide.
Strong frost will hide us at home,
And on the glass weave lace for everyone.

On a clear, frosty, fine day
Children will run to the skating rink in a crowd.
Adults - skiing is more likely to be preferred
And in winter forest will go for a walk.

In the waltz snowflakes are spinning in winter,
They are cut with thin openwork.
Children will play snowballs in the yard,
The snowman is then sculpted.

Only with winter comes magic:
Songs, carols for Christmas.
Looking forward to winter coming
With a new dream to meet the New Year.
N. Belostotskaya

Freezing day…

Frosty day... But overhead
In the interweaving of branches, in the black mesh,
Flowing down the trunks, down each branch
The blue sky hangs like an avalanche.

And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And it seems that she has already arrived.
And not a single twig will sway
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.
Valentin Berestov

Update

What a smooth
What a space
What peace lies in the snow
How quietly it flows down
And illuminates the old courtyard.

He seems to sweep at once
The sins of people and their mistakes,
Vices, false smiles,
He cleanses the souls in us.

And I look at my city
That I washed myself with righteous snow,
As if born again
Blinding with the purest whiteness.
Natalia Bauch

good winter

She brings the cold with her
And a snowy blizzard accompanies her,
Water becomes transparent ice
And it won't melt until spring.
We wrap ourselves in hats and raincoats
And from the frost cheeks turn pink
But you do not look for deceit in winter,
She is not evil at all, although she does not warm.
She will delight with the radiance of snow
And the beauty of the night snowfall,
And sweep the traces of our steps,
And we don't want more from her.

On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire
Blazing white colors.
But in the park, pale as a shadow,
The kitten was miserable.
It did not seem to him a shining day
And so beautiful.
But New Year not just a day
And the time when miracles
They come and, brother, you believe it or not,
Come true forever.
And maybe that's why
The kitten has a roof
And now purrs in the ear of that,
Who took him under cover.
Shakirov Shamil

snowy winter,
When everything around is waiting for a miracle,
Evergreen fringe
In the distance, the New Year is waving to us.
So far it is only a date -
Her on the edge of the wing
To your cold chambers
Winter brought with it.
There are sprawling fir trees,
Sigh in a whisper in a dream.
And we got bored
Through this fabulous land.
In the autumn slush and cold
Both in the villages and in the cities
We dream of snowfall
In fluffy soft boots.
When a swarm of snowflakes starts
Your white dance is circular -
Let's take the first picture:
Winter. Blizzard. And we are with you.
And in this black and white world
We will be fabulously warm,
We will fill life with bright color,
Out of spite for all the trouble!
Nikolaeva Polina

winter poems

Let there be snow. Let there be white frost
And the surface of the pond in frozen crystal,
And on the glass are drawings of snow lilies,
Fire in the fireplace and coals in the ashes.
When the winter is a little late
We are looking forward to her arrival.
But none of us knows yet
What will the new year bring.
But the white snow is the thinnest veil
Quietly cover the greasy chernozem,
And we'll start life anew
We will pray for sins and light a candle.
And a winter day is like redemption,
Sparkling snow like an angel's wing.
In winter, inspiration is available to the soul
Dream about what has been and gone.
And let the horses fly through the snow whirlwinds,
From distant countries, bringing greetings to you.
While the snowflake melts in the palm of your hand,
Have time to ask about the future fate.
Nikolaeva Polina

Winter-mistress opens the year ...

Zimushka queen of snow and ice,
In the field, a lonely stack under a snowdrift,
Blizzard unearthly dance starting,
The year at the end will sum up ...

Was the year successful, was it fertile,
Did the stitch lead to the right goals,
What was plain, what objectionable,
Zimushka-sorceress covered with snow ...

I forgot the old, blew out the storm,
Snow started its cycle,
And nature is fast asleep,
So that the hostess winter reopens the year ...

Kind and happy to open,
He painted the windows with lace so that frost,
And the gypsy winter predicted happiness,
On white snowflakes honestly and seriously ...

Winter is the time when you wait for summer, but at the same time you are madly happy about the snowfall ...

Long live frost! Long live winter!

Hello Winter!

Still smokes and spins
free river,
But do not melt the puddles
For sure.

Still in a cheerful panic
Snowflakes don't fly
But the roofs are like gingerbread,
Glitter under frost.

Still desert boring
closed skating rinks,
But impatience twisted
"Snow Maiden" proboscis!

And skis dream of crosses
And dream of steepness.
Long live frost!
Long live winter!
O. Fokina

Where is the sweet whisper
my forests?
murmuring streams,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With your bark
The stream is numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.
Evgeny Baratynsky

winter meeting

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
In yards and houses
Snow lies in sheets
And shines from the sun
Multicolored fire.
I.S. Nikitin

Winter healing...

Winter without any hesitation
Spreading white wings
Drive away the autumn aspirations,
Reclaimed her rights...

Entered eagerly. And frost
Help to forget lethargy
The people are running, fearing the threat
Get a damn runny nose...

But on a clear winter morning,
Wearing a warm sheepskin coat
I take a breath of air with a passionate sigh,
And it just gets brighter...

Everything around will become nobler,
And unearthly purity
He will enter like an angel into the underworld,
Without taking off the cross...

And deliverance will come
From any torment, from past troubles,
Winter will help heal
Rejuvenate for many years ...

The winter is coming

Someone loves winter, and someone scolds.
Some people just can't live without it...
I know for sure - from the white snow suddenly freezes
And my heart is overjoyed.

And the winter is not in a hurry, only a little sprinkled with snow,
Roofs, branches, roads. Slightly sprinkled with silver.
And then she hid. And hid somewhere behind the wind
He makes noise on the roof, groans plaintively, asks to come into the house.

It becomes scary at night ... The morning will turn out to be clear.
And little by little winter will show itself to us again.
And fluffy, shiny, good, and, like in a fairy tale, beautiful
There will be streets, people, trees, cars, houses.

Enchant and enchant. And disappear again.
Or he will find blizzards. Or let the thaw in for a day.
But will return again. And she will circle like a queen over the abyss.
And it will cover everything around with silver, only a branch behind ...
Kolmykova Svetlana

Winter came unexpectedly
The roads are covered
In a beautiful white dress
She drove us all crazy.

Snow sparkles under the sun
A trail crunches in the snow,
And nothing is more beautiful
This picture does not exist.

The kids are so frisky
What you want to run
Grab a sled in an armful,

Winter is a magical and fabulous time of the year for kids. Miracles are happening everywhere ... Snowfalls with incredibly beautiful snowflakes, frost draws bizarre patterns on glass, water bodies are frozen over, and around the snowdrifts are cold and white as ice cream.

A selection of winter poems for children 3 and 4 years old.

In this selection of winter poems for children junior group kindergarten you will find short poems and beautiful quatrains about winter and winter fun, poems about snowfall and dancing snowflakes. All poems have been selected age features children 3 and 4 years of age. Poems marked with an asterisk are recommended by methodologists for memorization. But you can also choose your favorite passage or quatrain for older children and memorize it with your baby, you will find recommendations and tips on how to help your child learn a poem on our website.

Snowfall*

V. Berestov

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit.
We look out the window.
Snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?

Wonderful picture*

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon.

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

Burning frost crackling ...

I. Nikitin

Burning frost crackling,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
Launched the window.

winter joy

G. Ladonshchikov

White snow-snow
It burns, it prickles.
Come out buddy
For the neighborhood.
There is a snowy mountain
Powdered
There's a ski track yesterday
I have laid.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest
Let's bring it home
Winter joy.

Noisy, roamed

I. Nikitin

Noisy, roamed
Bad weather in the field;
Covered in white snow
Smooth road.
Covered with white snow
No trace left.
Dust and blizzard rose
Do not see the light.

Snowflake

T. Shorygina

Sat on my mitten
light snowflake
And fluffed up like a bird
Ice back.
I froze quietly
To not fly away.
Soon my mitten
Will become white-white.

Snow Bunny*

O. Vysotskaya

We made a snowball
Ears made later
And just
Instead of eyes
We have coals.
The rabbit came out alive!
He has a tail and a head!
For the mustache
Don't pull -
They are from straws!
Long, shiny
Exactly real!

Like on a hill - snow, snow ...

I. Tokmakova

Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow.
A bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush hush. Keep quiet!

Winter

T. Shorygina

Snowflake Dandelion
Bring winter to your lips
Just blow - and fluff
The seeds will scatter.

Dandelion flies around
Fire is burning in the windows
Winter evening substitutes
White stars palm.

Snow

Snow, snow is spinning
White all street!
We gathered in a circle
Rolled up like snow.

black ice

V. Berestov

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But
Falls great!
Why is nobody
Not happy?!

Frost

G. Galina

Silver through the trees
The veil was thrown -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lace beauty!
And the sad birch itself
I couldn't find out myself
So skillfully adorned
Winter tree branches...

The whole ice rink is on fire

The whole rink is on fire
The whole rink
How many legs on skates
How many legs!

Everyone says: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
Things are not going my way!

Wow! Things are not going my way:
Wow! And on the ice!

You better take off your skates
Clubfoot!

Snow everywhere

A. Brodsky

Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.

From dawn to dawn
Glory to the winter bullfinches.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the rubble.

And I can too
So dance in the snow.

Snowflakes

G. Novitskaya

— Who are the snowflakes
Did you do these?
For work
Who is responsible?
- I! Santa Claus answered
And grabbed me
For the nose!

Snowflakes

I. Bursov

light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Circling, circling
Above the table by the lamp.
Gathered for a picnic.
And where should they go?
After all, they, too, icy,
I want to warm up.

Snowflakes

A. Melnikov

snowflakes fly,
Almost invisible
How many are always there in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught by hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal Ice…
On a warm palm
There was a tear left.

snowball

G. Novitskaya

I cherish the snow in my hands
And I warm with my breath.
Look my snowball
Turned into a stream!
Ah, stay out of the way!
He is in a hurry to find spring!

Winter

Zimushka-winter

T. Bokova

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind is knocking on sleepy houses with its wings.
Squares and parks are blooming with snowy whiteness.
And the frost builds arches over the forest path.

Winter forest

S. Ostrovsky

Golden autumn forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding is gone.

Winter dream

I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skiing,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed all the time.

How nice in winter!

E. Snitsaruk

Cleanliness and freshness.
How nice in winter!
The air is clean and frosty
And I don't want to go home.
But the frost is enough for the nose,
Gets under the coat
No matter how good it is in winter
But I'm in a hurry to get home in the heat.

Candy

I. Vekshegonova

Snow lies like sugar
Blue Powder!
How our world works
Happy and wise!
Here hangs an icicle
In shimmers of light
And sister Ulka
Thinks candy!

The fabulous and majestic winter inspired poets at all times and they wrote wonderful poems about it. Every year, bringing with it frosts and snowstorms, it plunges the earth into winter fairy tale and keeps many mysteries and secrets.

It has long been proven that memorizing poetry perfectly trains children's memory, and this will help the child throughout the entire learning process, wherever it takes place - either in kindergarten, or at school, or in higher education. educational institutions. Especially since good memory hasn't hurt anyone yet!
We bring to your attention a selection of poems about winter for schoolchildren, as well as short poems for preschoolers and junior schoolchildren. In a word - for children of all ages.

Poems about winter for schoolchildren you will find.

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SHORT POEMS ABOUT WINTER

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
Tatyana Bokova

Rushing in an ice carriage
Zimushka-winter,
The wind beats its wings
Sleepy houses.
Blooming squares, parks
Snow white.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.

SLED
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

THREE
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
Me, Winter and sleds.

WINTER HAS COME
I. Chernitskaya

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

I DON'T WASTE TEARS
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I don't waste them.
However, when I leave, I cry.

WIZARD
K. Bilic

Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!

***
Oh, the frost is angry:
The branches are covered with snow,
Grabs the nose, pinches to tears.
The kids are not afraid
Skiing and sledding,
They make fun of the cold.

***
- Winter, winter, winter!
Where were you?
- She carried a cold in a bag,
The snow shook the ground,
Legs-handles shook,
I let the cold into the house,
All paths swept
And piled up the snowdrifts.

***
Oh, you, winter-winter,
Winter is my fierce!
I am begging you
Don't freeze me!

***
Along the streets
The blizzard is sweeping
White snow is everything
It carries earth.

***
All lakes, all streams froze,
The rivers became fast and wide.
White snows fell:
Oh, the snowdrifts are deep.
On the roads -
Do not pass, do not pass!

***
Winter-winter has come
Harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
Brought out the path,
Swept the ice on the river
Tied to the shore
Chained to the ground!
small guys
yes cute girls
I sat on the sled,
Yes, it rolled down the mountain!

***
Without boards and axes
The bridge over the river is ready:
Bridge like white glass
Slippery, fun, light!

SNOW WOMAN
I. Demyanov

Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snowman
Blinded at home.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
Nobody will pass
Nobody gets through.
Adults and children love it
Gun hair
The wind shakes her.
She is familiar
Already all the kids
And the Bug keeps barking:
- A stranger in the yard!

FREEZING
Valentin Berestov

“Snowstorms, blizzards and blizzards…
How much rigmarole with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired I am of them!” -
So grumbled the gloomy frost,
And ice bound the river without noise,
Trees covered with gray hair
And there was silence.

SNOW
Zinaida Alexandrova

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

WINTER IS NEARBY
T. Dmitriev

Light snowflakes flutter.
The pines are graying across the river.
The crow croaked from the vine:
“Zim-ma, zi-ma is not far away!”
And I know better than myself
I'm getting ready to go skating.
Just in case in every puddle
I'm testing ice for strength.

SNOWFLAKES
I. Bursov

light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Circling, circling
Above the table by the lamp.
Gathered for a picnic.
And where should they go?
After all, they, too, icy,
I want to warm up.

PUPPY AND SNOW
L. Dyakonov

The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn't understand anything.
- Why so many white flies
Crawled into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?
He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -
And began to chew thoughtfully.
Chews, chews, but that's the trouble!
There is only water on the tongue.
Completely confused puppy
And lay back in the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, just small
And I saw snow for the first time...

WE ARE SNOWFLAKES

We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We are not averse to spinning.
We are ballerina snowflakes
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out snow.
We whitewashed the trees
Roofs covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And saved from the cold.

SNOW EVERYWHERE
A. Brodsky

Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.
From dawn to dawn
Glory to the winter bullfinches.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.

I'M GOING!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm going! I'm going down the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm going! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm going! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. Up is harder.
And the birds chirp: “Have pity on the horse!
Run with your feet to the house
And help grandma to carry the sled.”

WINTER JOY
G. Ladonshchikov

White snow-snow
It burns, it pricks
Come out buddy
For the neighborhood.
There is a snowy mountain
Powdered
There's a ski track yesterday
I have laid.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest
Let's bring it home
Winter joy.

***
V. Orlov

Everything is angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And everyone is warmer
Wraps up nose.
Both people and machines
Now is not up to beauty.
Both people and machines
They covered their noses.

AND FROST IS NOT TERRIBLE
B. Belash

Covered the city with snow
Hoarfrost hung like a lace ...
From porch to fence
Boris is clearing the snow.
And with a shovel in hand
Next to him is Marina.
The heat burns on the cheeks -
The path is getting longer.
And my ears are not cold
How the frost does not get angry,
If only babies
Want to work.

ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY
Samuil Marshak

Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Into the sky the smoke is coming pillar.

ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY
Samuil Marshak

The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Serpentine winds on the ground
Light ground.
Above the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft links.
Glory to the native army
On her birthday!

***
- For whom will you eat, blizzard,
In silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That in the den they sleep soundly.

ICE
Valentin Berestov

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?

SNOWFALL
Valentin Berestov

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit. We look out the window.
Snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?

SNEGIRI
A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.

IN THE MORNING RELUCTIVELY…
V. Mezinov

Reluctant in the morning
Winter has been busy
Fallen leaves
Sweeping in the garden.
Then to work
Got it hot
And covered with ice
Silent stream.

Then,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pines,
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until the spring.

LET THE SNOW GET WARMER
I. Melnichuk

Oleg does not go for a walk,
Does not take snow in his hands:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mutters, -
Let the snow get warmer

LETTER
I. Pivovarova

It came to us
One letter
It was strange.

Instead of stamps
three snowflakes,
And the envelope
From pure ice
And the letter is not on the sheet,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I will come to you
I'll fly to the blizzards
I will dance and spin
I will cover the earth with snow,
Trees and houses...
And signed:
"WINTER"

WITH THE COMING OF THE COLD
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the advent of cold
Are the tracks crunchy?
Because puddles at night
Glass was inserted into the windows.

WINTER HAS COME
V. Fetisov

At night the wind howled like a wolf
And hit the roof with a stick.
Looking out the window in the morning
It's a magical movie
Rolled out the white canvas
Sketched bright stars
And hats at home
Winter hit.

AS ON THE HILL, ON THE MOUNTAIN
A. Prokofiev

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing
Who is taller
Who is lower
Who is quieter
Who on the run
Who's on the ice
And who in the snow.
From the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Wow!
Breathtaking!

THIS IS SNOW!
G. Sapgir

early early
Snow.
Surprised man:
"This is snow?
Can't be!
Outside?
Can't be!
On the grass?
Can't be!
In October?
Can't be!
Is it snow?!” -
The man did not believe.

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
A. Prokofiev

On the road in a straight line
Winter came with frost
Winter came to his home -
The snow was pink.

Two blizzards after winter
That snow was blown, shallow,
The snow was blown as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.

SNOWMAN
V. Egorov

Come on buddy, be brave buddy
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And it will become a snowman.

His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will bake a little -
Alas! - and no snowman.

SNOWMAN
D. Chuyako

In the middle of our yard
The snowman stood yesterday.
We made it ourselves
He had a lush mustache.
And today outside the window
Streams flowed all around.
At night the snowman disappeared.
Maybe he went into the forest?
We kindly ask you guys
If the snowman is mustachioed
Meet on the way
Help us find.

THIS IS SNOW!
V. Simonov

Who is that at the hillock?
You won't even understand right away.
This is little Yegorka
Doesn't look like Yegor.

Eyebrows covered with snow
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman got up.

SNOWFALL
I. Vasilevsky

Snowfall, snowfall!
The garden is covered with snow
And swamps, and meadows,
And river banks
And mountain paths
And the fields are spacious.
Everything around is white-white,
All roads are covered.
Oaks in white quilted jackets,
They ate in white dresses.
White hares are happy:
It will be easier to hide.

FIRST SNOW
I. Melnichuk

On the trees, on the alleys
Snow flies whiter flour
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
Squeeze snow in hand
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
How happy he is for everyone.

SUCH FROST!
N. Aseev

Such frost!
Takes by the nose
Moves to tears!
Such a crackling frost
stuck,
Got tired, bored.
Such frost!
Such frost!
Cover your nose -
Grown to the eyebrows.
Such frost!
Healthy,
Goes - crunches
Expensive.

SNOWFLAKES
M. Rodina

At my sister, at Marina,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Look - no snowflakes to be seen!
Who took the snowflakes
My Marina?

NAMELO-NAVIUJILO
N. Goncharov

All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pines
On the bushes
They ate in white coats.
And tangled in the branches
Stormy blizzards.

OLEG IS SURPRISED
V. Kudlachev

Oleg is surprised:
Why is there snow on the roof?
Don't ride on the roof
No sledding, no skiing.

IN FROST
Valentina Lanzetti

Snow on the street and cold.
A puddle is filled with hard ice.
From the road timidly
Twigs of the trail
Reach for the houses:
- Can you warm up?

ON THE HILL
N. Gorodetskaya

Go around at least all the yards -
Better not to find mountains.
Carefully! Watch out!
The kids are going down
Standing, sitting, kneeling
On cardboard and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh hoo, see for yourself
What a miracle this sleigh is:
Barely five of us sat down,
And rushed off with the wind!
In a straight line to the turn
Someone left behind...
Ran into a snowdrift:
Who arrived, on the side - clap!

WHERE IS MY FINGER?
N. Sakonskaya

Masha put on a mitten:
- Oh, where am I doing?
I don't have a finger, I'm gone
Didn't make it to my house.

Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
Seek, seek, and you will find.
Hello finger! How is it going?

***
M. Vainilaitis

Near the house snow grandfather
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the district,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.

***
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And in the yard a snowstorm
Spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.

Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.
And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.

BIRCH
Sergey Yesenin

White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
And there is a birch in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily, going around,
Sprinkle the branches with new silver.

***
Athanasius Fet

The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
lights away;
On the icy walls
crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
to die in the cold.

WINTER DECORATED
M. Pozharov

On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
light visions,
Tricky weaves.
You, blizzard, weirdo,
Round dance backwaters,
Fly up like a whirlwind of white
Gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Save magical dreams:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

***
Fedor Tyutchev

Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light downy chain…
Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.

WINTER
Petr Komarov
Like a bear in a den
The river is covered with ice
And the winter sun shines
And in the field - a frosty haze.
All in hoarfrost - in a dove-gray scrawl -
The birch stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny scribbles
Fox with fluffy tail.

***
Athanasius Fet

Mother! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.
Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.
Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
“Well, hurry up for a walk!”

***
Athanasius Fet

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

dilapidated hut
Alexander Blok

dilapidated hut
All covered in snow.
old grandmother
Looks out the window.
For the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.

Cheerful for the kids
Fast sled run...
running, laughing,
Making a snow house
ringing loudly
Voices all around...
In the snow house
Razor game…
Fingers get cold
It's time to go home!
Drink tea tomorrow
Looking out the window -
But the house has melted,
It's spring outside!

WINTER EVENING
A. S. Pushkin

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.

That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.

Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?

Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?

Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth

The heart will be happy.

Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.

***
A.S. Pushkin

What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.

And all of Moscow sleeps peacefully...

WINTER MORNING
A. S. Pushkin

Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?

Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

WOLF
Sasha Black

The whole village sleeps in the snow.
No hoo. The moon disappeared for the night.
Snow is blowing.
The kids are all on ice
On the pond Sledges squeal together -
Let's go in line!
Some are in harness, some are riders.
Wind to the side. Our baggage stretched
To the birches
Suddenly the leader shouts:
"Damn, stop!" The sleds stopped, the laughter fell silent.
“Brothers, the wolf!..”
Wow, how they splashed back!
Like a city Scatter everything from the pond - who goes where.
Where is the wolf? Yes, this is a dog
Our Barbos! Laughter, roar, laughter and talk: “Oh yes wolf!”

dilapidated hut
Alexander Blok

The dilapidated hut is covered with snow.
Grandma-old woman looks out of the window.
Knee-deep snow for naughty grandchildren.
Fun for the kids to run fast sleds ...

They run, laugh, sculpt a snow house,
Voices ring out all around...
There will be a frisky game in the snow house ...
Your fingers will get cold - it's time to go home!

Tomorrow they will drink tea, look out the window -
An already the house has melted, in the yard - spring!
The evening is quiet and frosty ...
The evening is calm and cold.
Only there is no snow.
Outside the window turned on the stars,
The lights were turned off in the house.

A cloud came out from behind the forest
The house was quiet and silent
At night someone is barely audible
He knocked on the windows with his paws,
And in the morning in silver
Snow-white silence
Someone clean and fluffy
On my window lay.

ON SKATES
Sasha Black

Skating like the wind
Along the forest edge…
Mittens on hands
Hat on top…
One-two! this is where it slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
Crunched, grunted ice,
The wind blows from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! on a slippery slope...
One and two! funny feet...
One-two! forward and forward...

WINTER
Viktor Lunin

WINTER
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy
spinning in the air
And quietly falls to the ground, lays down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
Like a veil all dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
pretended to be wonderful
And fell asleep under her soundly,
unawakening...
God's Days short,
the sun shines little
Here come the frosts -
and winter has come.
Laborer-peasant
pulled out the sled
Children build snow mountains.
For a long time the peasant
Waiting for winter and cold
And he covered the hut with straw from the outside.
To the wind in the hut
Didn't get through the cracks
Blizzards and blizzards would not inflate snow.
He is now calm
all around is covered
And he is not afraid of the evil frost,
angry.

WINTER MORNING
Viktor Lunin

The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
Close to the lake
Down in the sky.

The trails hid, whitened
delicate lace,
Light, snowy.

A sparrow, a small bird,
Little bird, foolish,
Wants to hide from the blizzard
He wants to hide, but he doesn't know how.

And his wind circles the sky,
And carries it in a pure field,
From the slope, into the dusk of the forest ...
Goryushko bitter, Poor little bird!

The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
- I hid all the ways,
Not to pass.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around ...

WHO DRAWS SO SKILL...
M. Lesna-Raunio

frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
I decided to climb into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Through the window climbed to them soon.

But there was also a barrier.
Glass windows were everywhere
And Morozko from vexation
Decided to hurt people.
He estimated with a cunning eye,
I took brushes, whitened, enamels -
And in the morning all the glass windows
There was no light in the house.

WINTER PAINTS
V. Fetisov

Harvested winter
Paint all for all by herself.
Field - the best whitewash,
Dawns - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sequins.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
As an artist, paints in different ways:
who plays - paints red.
Who is afraid to move -
blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint differently!

WINTER
E. Rusakov

Until March, the ponds are chained,
But how warm are the houses!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Careful winter.
Snow falls from birches
In drowsy silence.
Summer frost paintings
Draws on the window.

SNOW
Nikolai Nekrasov

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass

Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

FIRST SNOW
Ivan Bunin

Smell of winter cold
In fields and forests.
Lit up with bright purple
Heaven before sunset.
The storm blew through the night,
And with the dawn on the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow fell.

And today over the wide
white tablecloth fields
We said goodbye to the belated
A string of geese.

AND THE WIND!
Walter De la Mer

Well, the wind! Well, the wind!
How strong and cheerful!
Hung snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.

Where summer time
In daisies a gentle meadow,
Now with a veil of snow
Pulled all around.

Waiting for sunrise
Under the big moon
Shines, sparkles nature
Silver and gray.

All covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose red?

WHITE POEMS
Sergei Mikhalkov

The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!

Happy gray titmouse:
Birds freeze in the cold
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
Puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.

The sidewalks are covered
Everything around is white-white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough business for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For big trucks.

The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!

Only a janitor, only a janitor
He says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
All day the scraper scrapes,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats have left me
And the circle is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!

COLD COME
Agniya Barto

Wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andrey is wearing quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Striped scarf Andreyka
The sisters brought

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket motley.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped sisters.

Get used to the cold! -
Light explains. -
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.

MEETING WINTER
I. Nikitin

Rain yesterday morning
He knocked on the glass of the windows,
Fog over the ground
I got up with clouds.

... At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff
The snow began to fall.

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
And the river froze.
Hello winter guest!
Please have mercy on us
Sing the songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have a space -
Walk anywhere:
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We can't get used to it,
Let your frost crackle:
Our Russian blood
Burning in the cold!

DECEMBER MORNING
Fedor Tyutchev

There is a month in the sky - and night
Yet the shadow did not move,
Reigns itself, not realizing
That the day has already started, -
What though lazy and timid
Beam after beam
And the sky is still all over
At night it shines with triumph.
But two or three moments won't pass,
The night will evaporate over the earth,
And in full splendor of manifestations
Suddenly, the daytime world will embrace us ...

MOTHERLAND
I.A. Bunin

Under a leaden sky
Gloomy winter day fades,
And there is no end to the pine forests,
And far from the villages.

One mist is milky blue,
Like someone's mild sorrow,
Above this snowy desert
Softens the gloomy distance.

MERRY WINTER HAS COME
V. Korkin

Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!
The sun froze to ice
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And pinches a painful nose
Angry Santa Claus. -
The sun froze to ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a fierce fight broke out
Even though we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates.
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

FAVORITE WINTER
Larisa Kasimova

beautiful winter,
It's frosty outside.

I'll get dressed quickly
And warm as much as possible!
I wear gloves
My mom knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I'll pull straight.

The whole lake is in ice
The trees are silver
And all around in the snow
And I'm going to ride.
I will ski down
From a steep mountain rather
I'll ride on a sled
And, falling, I will warm up.
How I love winter!

Perhaps this is strange.
There are times in the year
Where it's raining unexpectedly.
When mushrooms grow
And buds swell.

When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
Let it be cold, but still
Blush, more fun
It looks like a holiday!

I WALKED IN THE WINTER
Daniil Kharms

I walked in the winter along the swamp
In galoshes, in a hat and glasses.
Suddenly, someone swept along the river
On metal hooks.

I ran to the river
And he ran into the forest,
I attached two planks to my feet,
Sat down, jumped up and disappeared.

And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
“What strange
Planks and incomprehensible hooks!”

WINTER
Viktor Lunin

HELLO ZIMUSHKA-WINTER!
G. Ladonshchikov

Hello winter winter!
Covered us with white snow
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello winter winter!
An intricate trace winds
From meadow to hill.
This is a hare printed -
Hello winter winter!
We put bird feeders
We fill them with food,
And pichugs sing in flocks -
Hello winter winter!

BLUE AND WHITE
Frantisek Grubin

White winter. All in frost.
The snowman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snowman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, an eccentric, I do not need heat.
I live in harmony with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost yes frost? The earth is white. The sky is blue.

SNOWMAN
Tatyana Bokova

Joy is all around me
childish noise and cry.
housewarming today
doing the snowman.
Bucket on the head
Great carrot nose.
All winter long
I watch in the yard.
With ember eyes
I look around.
To make more sense
The janitor gave me a whisk!
Don't let summer come
never in my yard.
I'm better for health
snow and cold.
That's just a snowman
No need to tease me!

Cunning Sledge
I. Bursov

My sled drives by itself
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.

I can't get on top
Sledge - from a place and running ...
My sled drives by itself
Carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill my sled
Behind the snowdrift they are waiting for me.
Naughty, bored them
Climb up alone.

CRACK OF STEPS
Athanasius Fet

The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.

Parents try to surround their children with poetry from the first days of life. They sing lullabies to them, read nursery rhymes, fables and poems. And this allows you to train your memory, since rhyming lines are easy to remember and contribute to the development musical ear. And if you select poems by category: seasons, events, holidays, then it will be easier for the child to get acquainted with the outside world. Here are collected poems about winter for children that you can memorize with them and tell on children's matinee or family event.

Poems about winter for children 2-3 years old

Winter is fairy tale time

Winter is a fabulous season that inspires poets of all times to create poems that glorify the beauty of frosty patterns on windows, the power of snow blizzards and the airiness of snow-white snowdrifts.

Here you will find quatrains about winter for children 2-3 years old, with which you can start their acquaintance with this season.

Ah, winter, winter, winter,
Russian beauty,
You drove us all crazy
We love winter!

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I don't waste them.
However, when I leave, I cry.

Oh, you, winter-winter,
Winter is my fierce!
I am begging you,
Don't freeze me!

Why with the advent of cold
Are the tracks crunchy?
Because puddles at night
Glass was inserted into the windows.

Who made these snowflakes?
Who is responsible for the work?
- I! Santa Claus answered
And grabbed my nose!

Oh, and the Frost pinches,
Old bully.
Irishka on her cheeks
Two poppies bloomed.

In the yard we have
Snowman with a whisk
Guards the dark night
He is our home from the wolf.

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?

***
Oleg does not go for a walk,
Does not take snow in his hands:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mumbles, -
Let the snow get warmer."

Snow, snow is spinning
White all street!
We gathered in a circle
Rolled up like snow.

The day has come. And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit. We look out the window.
The snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?

Frost is a wizard! This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he is already without brushes, without paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Winter fun

Everyone knows that memorizing poems trains memory and promotes quick memorization information. Getting ready for new year events, choose short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old. It will be easier to learn them, the process will take less time and will not tire the child.

Three on a snowy meadow:
Me, winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
Me, winter and sleds.

Snowfall, snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
Looked under the awnings
He lay down in peace at home,
And we understood: winter.

I cherish the snow in my hands,
And I warm with my breath.
Look my snowball
Turned into a stream!
Ah, stay out of the way!
He is in a hurry to find spring!

The first snow has come to the forest.
Asked for an overnight...
Frightened for no reason,
The bunny began to try on a fur coat!
No needle, no tailor
The new coat is ready!

There is a birch in a cape,
The fringe rings on the branches.
The lighter than the gentle snowflakes -
The colder is the winter!

Lost with sister
Two fluffy mittens!
Tata complained to her mother:
- They galloped off like hares!
They ran straight into the forest.
Even trace of them disappeared!

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

***
- Winter, winter, winter!
Where were you?
- She carried a cold in a bag,
The snow shook the ground,
Legs-handles shook,
I let the cold into the house,
All paths swept
And piled up the snowdrifts.

Light snowflakes flutter.
The pines are graying across the river.
The crow croaked from the vine:
“Zim-ma, zi-ma is not far!”
And I know better than myself
I'm getting ready to go skating.
Just in case in every puddle
I'm testing ice for strength.

Everything is angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And everyone is warmer
Wraps up nose.
Both people and machines
Now is not up to beauty.
Both people and machines
They covered their noses.

Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky.

On the road in a straight line
Winter came with frost
Winter came to his home -
The snow was pink.

Two blizzards after winter
That snow was blown, shallow,
The snow was blown as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.

Come on buddy, be brave buddy
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And it will become a snowman.

His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will bake a little -
Alas! - and no snowman.

Who is that at the hillock?
You won't even understand right away.
This is little Yegorka
Doesn't look like Yegor.

Eyebrows covered with snow
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Egor the snowman got up.

At my sister, at Marina,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Look - no snowflakes to be seen!
Who took the snowflakes
My Marina?

Sat on my mitten
light snowflake
And fluffed up like a bird
Ice back.
I froze quietly
To not fly away.
Soon my mitten
Will become white-white.

We made a snowball
Ears made later
And just instead of eyes
We have coals.
The rabbit came out alive!
He has a tail and a head!
Don't pull on your mustache
They are from straws!
Long, shiny
Exactly real!

Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow.
A bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush hush. Keep quiet!

Silver through the trees
The veil was thrown -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lace beauty!
And the sad birch itself
I couldn't find out myself
So skillfully adorned
Winter tree branches...

The whole rink is on fire
The whole rink
How many legs on skates
How many legs!

Everyone says: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
Things are not going my way!

Wow! Things are not going my way:
Wow! And on the ice!

You better take off your skates
Clubfoot!

snowflakes fly,
Almost invisible
How many are always there in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught by hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal ice...
On a warm palm
There was a tear left.

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind is knocking on sleepy houses with its wings.
Squares and parks are blooming with snowy whiteness.
And the frost builds arches over the forest path.

Snow lies like sugar
Blue powder!
How our world works
Happy and wise!
Here hangs an icicle
In ripples of light
And sister Ulka
Thinks candy!

In the following poems, you can replace the names with the name of the child. So memorizing the verse will be more interesting and easier.

Sledding in winter

Here is winter, all around is white:
There's been a lot of snow
Vanya took the sled in the morning,
Ran along the path.
And in the garden we have a mountain,
Everyone rides in the morning.
Vanya shouted: "Beware!" -
Rolled down the hill.

Masha put on a mitten:
- Oh, where am I doing?
I don't have a finger, I'm gone
Didn't make it to my house.

Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
Seek, seek, and you will find.
Hello finger! How is it going?

Poems about winter for kindergarten

Not a single New Year's party in kindergarten not without poetry. And it is not at all necessary that they all be about Santa Claus, the Christmas tree and the New Year.

If the poems are longer than the child can remember, break them into several parts.

Winter means skiing, playing snowballs and making a snowman

Here comes the winter
silver,
Covered with white snow
The field is clean.
Happy ice skating with kids
Everything is rolling;
At night in the snowy lights
Falling apart.
Writes a pattern in the windows
Ice needle
And knocking on our yard
With a fresh Christmas tree.

Hello winter winter!
Everything covered with white snow:
Both trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles:
"Hello, winter-winter!"
An intricate trace winds
From meadow to hill.
This hare typed:
"Hello, winter-winter!"
We put bird feeders
We fill them with food.
And the pichugs sing in flocks:
"Hello, winter-winter!"

Why, dear, does it snow in winter?
- Nature weaves a blanket out of it!
- A blanket, mom? And why is it?!
- Without him, the earth would become cold!
- And who, dear, should look for warmth in it ?!
- For those who have to spend the winter:
Baby seeds, grains of bread,
Roots of blades of grass, cereals and flowers.

Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They distribute it to the children
New Year's gifts
Get full bags -
And everyone is running to play snowballs!
Snowballs don't fly
Melting in the hot sun
And only puddles here and there...
Where is the snow being transported in cars?

The month began to be considered with the sun,
Who gets up first
One, two, three, four, five,
The wind came out to fly
He sent winged birds,
A cloud of gray and shaggy.
The sky has fluffed up
Day and night it snows
And between the clouds, under the window,
Cries bitterly Month with the Sun:
One, two, three, four, five,
Who to disperse the clouds?

White path, white.
Winter has come. Winter has come.
I wear a white hat
I breathe white air
My eyelashes are white
Coat and mittens, -
Do not distinguish me in the cold
Among the whitening birches.
Freeze. And a squirrel in silence
Suddenly he jumps into my arms.

Midnight snow, he's in no hurry
He walks slowly.
But the snow knows that it's all the same
He will fall somewhere.
And the slower he walked,
How was more careful,
The softer fell into the darkness
And he didn't wake us up.

Today from a snowy wet ball
We made a snowman near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass, no one will pass.
Adults and children love it
The wind ruffles her curly hair.
She is already familiar to all the children,
And the Bug keeps barking:
- A stranger in the yard!

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

Reluctant in the morning
Winter was busy -
Fallen leaves
Sweeping in the garden.
Then to work
Got it hot
And covered with ice
Silent stream.

Then,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pines,
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until the spring.

It came to us
One letter
It was strange.

Instead of stamps -
three snowflakes,
And the envelope
From pure ice
And the letter is not on the sheet,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I will come to you
I'll fly to the blizzards
I will dance and spin
I will cover the earth with snow,
And trees, and houses ... -
And signed:
"WINTER".

***
Near the house snow grandfather
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the district,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.

Winter fun

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old are extraordinary works that are understandable and loved by everyone. The familiar lines of the classics and the poetry of contemporary authors performed by children will make any frosty evening warmer.

Zimushka-winter
Tatyana Bokova

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind is knocking on sleepy houses with its wings.
Squares and parks are blooming with snowy whiteness.
And the frost builds arches over the forest path.

I'm going!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm going! I'm going down the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm going! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm going! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. Up is harder.
And the birds chirp: "Have pity on the horse!
Run with your feet to the house
And help grandma to carry the sled."

winter meeting
I.S. Nikitin

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
In yards and houses
Snow lies in sheets
And shines from the sun
Multicolored fire.

Winter evening
A. S. Pushkin

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be happy.
Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.

Winter morning
A.S. Pushkin

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Mother! look out the window...
A.A. Fet

Mother! look out the window
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

The sun froze to ice
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And pinches a painful nose
Angry Santa Claus. -

The sun froze to ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a fierce fight broke out

Even though we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Snowflakes all around.

Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates.
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

Bullfinches
A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
well treated,
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.

I know what to think
Agniya Barto

I know what to think
No more winter
So that instead of high snowdrifts
Green hills all around.

I look into the glass
Green colour,
And immediately winter
Turns into summer.

All the trees are in white coats,
Soft falling snow
In the windows the lights sparkle -
The New Year is coming!

Even the Christmas tree, my mother and I
Dress up in your outfit.
Let the beauty of the forest
Blinding every glance!

Let's sing and have fun
Lead a friendly round dance.
The most wonderful and magical
There will be this New Year!

New Year's miracle
Shakirov Shamil

On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire
Blazing white colors.
But in the park, pale as a shadow,
The kitten was miserable.
It did not seem to him a shining day
And so beautiful.
But the New Year is not just a day,
And the time when miracles
They come and, brother, you believe it or not,
Come true forever.
And maybe that's why
The kitten has a roof
And now purrs in the ear of that,
Who took him under cover.

Bewitched by the Enchantress in Winter, the forest stands ...
Fedor Tyutchev

Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.

And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light downy chain…

Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.

New Year's dreams
Shakirov Shamil

Tricky sled
I. Bursov

My sled drives by itself
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I can't get on top
Sledge - from a place and running ...
My sled drives by itself
Carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill my sled
Behind the snowdrift they are waiting for me.
Naughty, bored them
Climb up alone.

Three
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
Me, Winter and sleds.

The creak of steps along the white streets, Lights in the distance...
Athanasius Fet

The creak of footsteps along the white streets, the lights in the distance;
Crystals gleam on the icy walls.
Silver fluff hung from the eyelashes in the eyes,
The silence of the cold night occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps, and everything goes numb, just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself is shy to die in the cold.

How many different hats!
Emma Moshkovskaya

How many different hats!
Blue, red, clean, dirty!
There are many different hats in different hats -
even sad and unhappy.
The snow was falling thickly
and fell asleep sad, sad ...
There are neither sad nor grouchy -
many white and happy!

Blue and white
Frantisek Grubin

Sled
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

With the advent of cold
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the advent of cold
Are the tracks crunchy?
Because puddles at night
Glass was inserted into the windows.

Winter brightened up...
M. Pozharov

Winter brightened up:
Fringe on the dress
From transparent ice
Snowflake stars.
All in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights
Radiance pours around
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
light visions,
Tricky weaves.
You, blizzard, weirdo,
Round dance backwaters,
Fly up like a whirlwind of white
Gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Save magical dreams:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

Feed the birds
A. Yashin

Feed the birds in winter!
Let from all over
They will flock to you, like home,
Stakes on the porch.
Their food is poor.
Need a handful of grain
One handful - and not terrible
They will have winter.
How many of them die - do not count,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And the birds are warm.
Is it possible to forget:
Could fly away
And stayed for the winter
Along with people.
Train the birds in the cold
To your window
So that without songs it was not necessary
We welcome spring!

Winter sings - calls out
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

And in the yard a snowstorm
Spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.

Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.

And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.

Locomotive
Semyon Ostrovsky

I roll like a locomotive -
A pair of legs instead of wheels.
The guy is strong - first class ...
From under the cap - a pair of eyes.
Emits mouth and nose
Steam clubs. The steam is white.
On a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.

Well, winter! .. Snowdrift, cold ...
V. Alexandrov

Well, the wind!
Walter De la Mer

Well, the wind! Well, the wind!
How strong and cheerful!
He hung his snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where summer time
In daisies a gentle meadow,
Now with a veil of snow
Pulled all around.
Waiting for sunrise
Under the big moon
Shines, sparkles nature
Silver and gray.
All covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose red?

The cold has come
Agniya Barto

Wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!

Andrey is wearing quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Striped scarf Andreyka
The sisters brought

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket motley.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped sisters.

Get used to the cold! -
Light explains. -
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.

Freezing day...
Valentin Berestov

Frosty day... But overhead
In the interweaving of branches, in the black mesh,
Flowing down the trunks, down each branch
The blue sky hangs like an avalanche.

And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And weirdly enough, she's already arrived.
And not a single twig will sway
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

Snowstorms, blizzards and snowstorms...
How much rigmarole with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired I am of them!"
So grumbled the gloomy frost,
And ice bound the river without noise,
Trees covered with gray hair
And there was silence.

Favorite winter
Larisa Kasimova

beautiful winter,
It's frosty outside.
I'll get dressed quickly
And warm as much as possible!
I wear gloves
My mom knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I'll pull straight.
The whole lake is in ice
The trees are silver
And all around in the snow
And I'm going to ride.
I will ski down
From a steep mountain rather
I'll ride on a sled
And, falling, I will warm up.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times in the year
Where the rain comes unexpectedly.
When mushrooms grow
And buds swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
Let it be cold, but still
Blush, more fun
It looks like a holiday!

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The trick master was frosty.
And turned into snow
I responded with a trick to a trick.
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a mess!

Who draws so skillfully...
M. Lesna-Raunio

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all the same artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
But there was also a barrier.
Glass windows were everywhere
And Morozko from vexation
Decided to hurt people.
He estimated with a cunning eye,
I took brushes, whitened, enamels -
And in the morning all the glass windows
There was no light in the house.

V. Leikin

And quietly dreaming about the summer:

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

Winter is the most fun
Sasha Black

Winter is the most fun
Sit down by the stove by the red coals,
Hot cakes to eat
Climb into a snowdrift with bootlegs,
Run around the whole pond on skates
And jump straight into bed.

Spring is the most fun
Screaming through the green fields
With barboska sit on the hill
And think about the white winter
Fluffy willows break
And throw stones into the lake.

And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
Swimming, float on the wave,
Drive a squirrel from pine to pine
Light fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field ...

But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pick plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will blow up the moss with a horn ...
The thresher is knocking in the distance -
And rye on carts to the ground ...

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

Winter forest
Semyon Ostrovsky

Golden autumn forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding is gone.

winter wonders
Alexandra Myasoedova

Everyone is in white hats.
Here! Winter has returned to us!
How many miracles in winter?
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
And frost on the window
And shadows on the wall.
And the snow sparkles in the sun
And if it's spring, then it melts in the sun.
Puddles form.
The cold will calm down
And sadly I look into the distance
Wonderful winter...
What a pity!
It was like a dream.

winter colors
V. Fetisov

Winter morning
Viktor Lunin

The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
Close to the lake
Down in the sky.
The trails hid, whitened
delicate lace,
Light, snowy.
A sparrow, a small bird,
Little bird, foolish,
Wants to hide from the blizzard
He wants to hide, but he doesn't know how.
And his wind circles the sky,
And carries it in a pure field,
From the slope, into the dusk of the forest ...
Goryushko bitter, Poor little bird!
The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
- Hid all the ways, so as not to pass.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around ...

Winter-needlewoman
E. Yavetskaya

Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
White things tirelessly knits:

She sewed, knitted and was very tired!

Winter
I. Surikov

Like a veil all dressed him.

Winter
Petr Komarov

Like a bear in a den
The river is covered with ice
And the winter sun shines
And in the field - a frosty haze.
All in hoarfrost - in a dove-gray scrawl -
The birch stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny scribbles
Fox with fluffy tail.

Winter
E. Rusakov

Until March, the ponds are chained,
But how warm are the houses!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Careful winter.
Snow falls from birches
In drowsy silence.
Summer frost paintings
Draws on the window.

Winter evening
Mikhail Isakovsky

Behind the window in the white field -
Twilight, wind, snow...
You are probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.

Winter evening is short,
Leaned over the table
Do you write, do you read?
Whether you think about what.

The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
Silence in the old house
And you're a little sad
That you are alone today.

Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
Empty all the ways
Friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.

The blizzard swept up the track, -
It's not easy to get through.
But the fire in your window
Seen very far.

I walked in the winter along the swamp
Daniil Kharms

I walked in the winter along the swamp
In galoshes, in a hat and glasses.
Suddenly, someone swept along the river
On metal hooks.

I ran to the river
And he ran into the forest,
I attached two planks to my feet,
Sat down, jumped up and disappeared.

And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
"What strange
Planks and incomprehensible hooks!"

This will be a cat house
M. Lapisova

I'm rolling a snowball
This will be the cat's house.
I'll make a path to the house -
To make it more comfortable for the cat.
There will be a room inside.
You don't need windows
Cats see everything in the dark!
I'll crumble crumbs for a cat -
There will be a snow sandwich!
For some reason the cat
In his cat's house ... Does not go ...

The creak of footsteps along the white streets
Athanasius Fet

The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.

wonderful picture
Athanasius Fet

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

Mother! look out the window...
A.A. Fet

Mother! look out the window
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

The sun froze to ice
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And pinches a painful nose
Angry Santa Claus. -

The sun froze to ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a fierce fight broke out

Even though we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Snowflakes all around.

Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates.
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The trick master was frosty.
Frost said: "Enough tears!" -
And turned into snow
Rain for the third day in a row.
I responded with a trick to a trick.
My trick is called "Sleight of Hand".
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a mess!

Who draws so skillfully...
M. Lesna-Raunio

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all the same artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
I decided to climb into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Through the window climbed to them soon.
But there was also a barrier.
Glass windows were everywhere
And Morozko from vexation
Decided to hurt people.
He estimated with a cunning eye,
I took brushes, whitened, enamels -
And in the morning all the glass windows
There was no light in the house.

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow ...
V. Leikin

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow,
Here the bunny turns white.
He did not jump to the south, but climbed into the hole,
So what, tell me, is he interested
Risk your small body?
From the fox will be buried in white snow
And sits like a snowdrift. And I don't care.
And quietly dreaming about the summer:
How will he ride on the green meadow
Light green coat.

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I don't waste them.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Winter is the most fun

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

Winter-needlewoman
E. Yavetskaya

Again in the worries of winter-needlewoman -
Let nature dress warmly.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
White things tirelessly knits:
Sleepy trees - fluffy hats,
Christmas trees - mittens knits on the paws.
She sewed, knitted and was very tired!
Ah, spring will come soon...

Winter
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy in the air is spinning
And quietly falls to the ground, lays down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
Like a veil all dressed him.
A dark forest that covered itself with a wonderful hat
And fell asleep under it soundly, soundly ...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Here come the frosts - and winter has come.
A peasant worker pulled out a sledge,
Children build snow mountains.
For a long time the peasant has been waiting for winter and cold,
And he covered the hut with straw from the outside.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not inflate snow.
He is now calm - everything around is covered,
And he is not afraid of the evil frost, angry.

This will be a cat house
M. Lapisova

I'm rolling a snowball
This will be the cat's house.
I'll make a path to the house -
To make it more comfortable for the cat.
There will be a room inside.
Cat, here is your house, look!
You don't need windows
Cats see everything in the dark!
I'll crumble crumbs for a cat -
There will be a snow sandwich!
For some reason the cat
In his cat's house ... Does not go ...

lucky so lucky
Kindness Nastya

Outside the window white-white,
There has been a lot of snow.
To all girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Skis "to the feet", poles to the hands,
They are not bored today.
Straight from the early morning
The kid ran away.

Who is on the hill, who is on the tower,
Fresh air better books!
Who has his horse
The one with the skates on the rink.

Sledges are now anywhere,
They rush to the very pond.
Be careful guys
There is melt water in the river!

Someone fortress made of snow
Protects from attacks
Someone is making snowmen -
Winter days are full of fun.

Outside the window white-white,
There has been a lot of snow.
To all girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Why? The answer is simple:
After all, today is a day off.

Sledging
Kvitko L. M.

I'm warm in my earflaps!
I grab the sled
I'm climbing the mountain
I'm flying downhill.
For me it's empty
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rolling!
Suddenly the sled rushed...
My earflaps are missing.
She fell into the snow!
I'm falling too.
The sledges go on
They spin merrily.
Rope through the snow
Curls like a snake.
I found earflaps
I'm chasing the sled
I'm climbing the mountain
I'm flying downhill.
For me it's empty
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rolling!

Freezing
Kvitko L. M.

I ran over the fence
And Frost stands and waits,
He walked beside me
Not one step behind.
Our shirts are in the yard
They dance on a rope with the wind.
I'm running - Frost is after me!
Frost attacked the linen,
Sharp ice dust
Ran right through him.
Grabbed and hard made -
And the clothes are frozen.
Put it on the snow - it won't fall.
Push it - it will go.
I barely pushed
The sheet went first
And the shirt walked
Spread out the sleeves.
And tailor Frost
Pricks the cheeks, cuts the nose.
The wind rushed towards
He jumped on my shoulders.
Wind - ice rider -
It whistles loudly in the back.
Ate the frozen ones are cracking,
The sleigh creaks in the snow.

On the rink
Kvitko L. M.

Run, run,
run, run,
Meet the violent wind
To ring
To carry
To burn your cheeks!
roll out early morning
Both on sleds and without sleds
on the logs,
On the log
On the knees,
On the back,
If only down, if only in the snow,
If only to move out before everyone else!
The frost sends snow-blizzards
Get the kids out of bed.
Bored in the field alone
We will sing a song to him:
"Naughty and bold,
White-white-white
You come from the mountains
Pull us out into the yard.
You are with us all winter
Rushing after the sled
Pinch your ears painfully
All roads dry.
On the ponds, by the river
You built us skating rinks
Spread them wide and far,
Made strong as steel!"

First snow
Hamal Gella

It snowed late at night
First-first.
He surprised everyone in the morning,
White-white.
Dad came out on the threshold:
- Well, business!
This is winter snow
Brought.
Mom sees snow in the garden:
– Oh and ah!
And which one will I go to now?
Boots?
Leshka came out early in the morning:
- Snow! Hooray!
Get skates and sleds
It's time!
Keshka-cat looks out the window
On the road:
"Someone spilled milk...
lots of!"

Here comes the winter
(V. Kalinkin)

In the morning on the puddles
Thin ice.
Spinning in the air
First snow.

The guys came out
From kindergarten.
First snow -
Rejoice for the kids.

Curls in the street
light fluff,
Children admire:
How good!

FREEZING DAY
(P. Obraztsov)

Frost crackles. The rivers are frozen.
Birch trees tremble by the river.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
Coals crackle.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In cozy room warmth
Fine patterns melt
On painted glass.

Snow
(A. Barto)

Snow, snow is spinning
White all street!
We gathered in a circle
Rolled up like snow.

Pie
(P. Voronko)

Snow fell on the threshold.
The cat made himself a cake.
In the meantime, sculpted and baked,
The pie flowed in a stream.
Bake pies for yourself
Not from dough - from flour.

We rode on sleds
(L. Dyakonov)

We rode on sleds,
And said goodbye
and met...
We said goodbye to winter!
We met with spring!

Sledging

In warm coats and earflaps
Snowy winter time
Kids on a fast sled
A whirlwind rushes from the steep mountain.

Childish faces in the wind
They flared up with a flare.
Let the prickly snow gather dust
Let the angry frost get angry -
All the guys do not care!

Sled
(S. Ostrovsky)

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Wizard
(K. Bilych)

Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!

(I. Surikov)

White hats on white birches
White hare on white snow.
White pattern on the branches from frost.
By white snow I'm skiing!

Like on a hill, on a mountain
(A. Prokofiev)

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing
Who is taller
Who is lower.
Who is quieter
Who on the run
Who's on the ice
And who in the snow.
From the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Wow!
Breathtaking!

Zimushka-winter
(M. Plyatskovsky)

Skis are coming down the hill - closer, closer!
Sleighs are coming down the hill - themselves, themselves!
Children's fun - left, right!
There is an echo - laughter, laughter!
It pours so much snow - from the sky, from the sky!
Frost on the trees - blue, blue!
Rushing from a snowy hill - happiness, happiness!

The cat sings, squinting his eyes;
The boy is napping on the carpet.
A storm is playing outside
The wind is whistling in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here, -
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, go to sleep."
The boy stood up, and the cat with his eyes
He spent and sings everything;
The snow falls in tufts at the windows,
The storm whistles at the gate.

snowball
(N. Nekrasov)

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass

Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

(V. Bokov)

Winter is white
The wires are thin.
Drop things
Get your skates on!
Devils monogram,
Start dancing.
Winter is not winter
If you don't ride.

Winter in the forest
(N. Goncharov)

Has piled up,
Navyuzhilo.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pines
On the bushes
They ate in white coats.
And tangled in the branches
Stormy blizzards.

Winter
(A. Krylov)

Klen shakes his head.
-Give me your gloves!
- Happy winter! -
Tits whistled.

White yard, white garden,
White tracks.
And hang under the roofs
Blue earrings.

The sun looked into the face -
Almost blinded!
Blizzard on the porch at night
She came to cry.

And the magpie at the gate
spreading rumors,
What fly to our garden
Blue flies!

Only such a gossip
We no longer believe.
There is a big frost in the yard -
Close the doors.

Sledges are asking for a walk,
The skis creaked.
And climbs into the stove to sleep
Our kitten is red.

He is not a sled rider
And not a skier.
Only paws warms.
This is what he can do!