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Children's quatrains about autumn for kids 3-4 years old and preschoolers
G. Shmonov
Autumn bright colors,
All painted in the garden
Very soon for mushrooms,
I'm going with my sister!
A. Teslenko
Autumn, autumn, wait!
And don't rush with the rain
Give us more summer
Sun and light
The leaves started to turn yellow
The sun got hotter
it autumn came,
Showered us with rain.
G. Shestakova
The rain is pouring, trying
Even if they don't ask him.
The sun is in the clouds,
So this autumn.
N. Letoshko
In leaf fall, bright,
What a miracle, you ask? -
rich in gifts
Season autumn .
T. Yakovenko
Gray asphalt road
Autumn painted yellow, bright.
I walk on it and imagine
That from summer to winter I walk on the bridge!
Berestov V.D.
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
Y. Veramey
"Yellow is full.
Do you agree?" - "Of course!"
autumn unanimously
thickets are thinning.
T. Vtorova
Autumn. It's raining in the city.
The lady with the umbrella flies.
The wind is joking with the lady -
Umbrella inflated like a parachute!
S. Ostrovsky
There are few leaves on the trees.
On earth, it's a mess.
Patchwork blanket
goodbye autumn sews
E. Pimenova
leaf fall, leaf fall,
Leaves fall, fly.
Leaves turn yellow
And everyone falls to the ground.
V. Malchevsky
The branches in the garden are intertwined.
Someone put on a coat.
wind blown leaf
asks: "For what?"
L. Shkileva
Decorate the forest with foliage
Red, yellow, gold -
Between rowans and pines
walks quietly autumn.
V. Rechits
Yellow leaves fall from the branches
Birds fly and say goodbye to summer
The nights are getting colder
The hot summer is followed by autumn.
S. Prigotskaya
Again bunches of rowan
Weaves into braids autumn.
In a bright outfit of leaves
Visiting among the pines.
O. Karelin
Autumn will come with rain -
The forest will become beautiful naked.
We ask for warmth and sun
But autumn wets us with rain.
Sad weather and cheese
The cat does not want to go for a walk,
And through the wet window
Looks AUTUMN TIME.
Maple and birch leaves are shed.
Drops a cloud of crying tears.
Darker evening and late dawn...
Comes Autumn, replacing Summer.
Autumn, rain, wind and bad weather
Summer grace was driven away.
We take the harvest from the garden,
We clean in the cellar - to winter.
S. Tsapaeva
Full of colors and wonders
Every park, square, and forest! -
The whole palette between the pines
Spilled generously autumn.
M. Korneeva
autumn for a long time going strong rain,
You won’t go for a walk in the slush in the yard.
Blue clouds run in succession
Everyone is poured with cold water.
N. Polarus
A flock of leaves swirled
And settled down by the water.
This wind sweeps
yellow autumn traces.
L. Kusturova
The forest dressed in crimson and gold.
Bins full of stuff.
It's still not cold outside
But soon winter will come to us.
E. Zikh
Golden leaves fly in the wind.
And the school meets dear children.
Rain oblique shelter asks.
It's already here autumn.
Ernst
Yellowed foliage.
The wind blows away easily.
The calendar "read" the chapter.
It has arrived, brothers. autumn.
N. Agoshkova
Who are maple palms
Scattered all over the track?
I counted eight
Guessed - autumn!
I. Esaulkov
Here the winds rose above the forest.
The leaves swirled in a dance.
It got cold in the morning
Winter is at hand!
O. Kisileva
There are many yellow leaves everywhere.
The bear is looking for a lair.
The hedgehog climbed into the mink to sleep -
So they will winter.
E. Nikolaeva
Autumn. The leaves are turning
On the paths - puddles,
And everywhere, like flowers,
Umbrellas unfurl.
V. Zubkova
Again autumn golden
She came to us from afar.
Birds fly south
Overtaking the clouds.
Again with an invisible brush
Autumn painted the leaves.
Everything became elegant at once:
Bright yellow, red, scarlet!
Autumn
Autumn, autumn, don't rush
And wait for the rain.
Give us more summer
Sunshine and light.
(A. Teslenko)
October
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It's just like new now.
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
(V. Berestov)
A hedgehog curled up under a bush
Wet and prickly.
And the rain falls over the forest,
Dispersing clouds.
Dressed in red leaves
Smiling stump.
Stayed dry all summer
And now it's soaking wet.
(I. Mogilevskaya)
Short poems about autumn for children from 3 to 5 years old
autumn song
The summer has passed.
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away.
The days got shorter.
The sun is not visible.
Dark, dark nights.
Raindrops are flying
Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps.
By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(I. Demyanov)
Rain, rain, drip, drip!
You wouldn't drip on dads
You would not drip on moms -
It would be better to come to us:
Dads - damp, moms - dirty,
You and I are great!
After summer comes autumn
Quiet songs the wind sings to her.
Leaves spread red under the feet,
A white snowflake flies into the blue.
(V. Stepanov)
Autumn has come,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.
(A. Erikeev)
The sun rarely shines
Warm rays.
To the south a flock of birds flies,
Breaking up with us.
Frequent rain outside the window
The sky is crying
Leaves are yellow all around
It's autumn, then.
(G. Sorenkova)
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Autumn
Autumn is walking in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads - rowanberry,
Umbrella yellow - poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.
(I. Vinokurov)
In the aspen forest
In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble;
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Kerchiefs will drop:
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)
Autumn
Autumn has come -
The flowers have dried up.
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. Pleshcheev)
* * * * *
It's raining down the street
wet road,
Many drops on glass
And a little warmth.
Like autumn mushrooms
We carry umbrellas
Because in the yard
Autumn has come.
(V. Semernin)
All year round. September
On a clear morning September
Villages thresh bread
Birds fly across the sea
And the school opened.
(S. Marshak)
All year round. October
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
(S. Marshak)
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Poems about autumn for children from 5 to 7 years old
The rain is pouring, trying
Even if they don't ask him.
The sun is in the clouds,
So it's autumn.
(G. Shestakova)
Autumn
golden, silent
Groves and gardens,
fields are fruitful,
Ripe fruits.
And you can't see the rainbow
And there is no thunder.
The sun goes to sleep
Earlier every day.
(E. Trutneva)
It's raining!
It's raining!
Dropping more and more.
This is a rain-walker,
The rain is real.
Trickles deep into the earth will enter
Fun, nimble
Grow underground
Seeds and grains.
Here I am walking in the rain
I'll go out on the track.
I have to grow up too
Need a little.
(Yu.Nikonova)
* * * * *
Gray asphalt road
Autumn bloomed bright, yellow.
I walk on it and imagine
That from summer to winter I walk on the bridge!
(T. Yakovenko)
All the trees flew around.
Only firs are green.
The forests have become bare.
It rains day and night.
Mud and puddles at the gate.
(V. Mirovich)
aspen
Aspen chills,
Shaking in the wind.
Freezes in the sun
Freezes in the heat.
Give Aspen
Coat and boots -
Gotta get warm
Poor donkey.
(I. Tokmakova)
late autumn signs:
This is a maple - completely undressed,
Poplar with linden all clothes
They threw it on the tracks.
The house is cold in the rain-fog,
And the girl in her pocket
The handkerchief lies
That from the common cold got wet.
If in a distant land
The birds have flown
If in the trees
The leaves turned yellow
If the sky is gloomy
If it's raining -
So this is the time of year
It's called autumn.
* * * * *
Capricious autumn
With wet eyes
Walks along the paths
In a yellow hat.
What are you, Autumn, wandering
sad on the tracks
And you stealthily look
In the yellow boxes?
- The sun is so early
leaves me,
Seen to visit the children
Comes in in the evening.
(S. Loseva)
Spread maple leaf
Separate your fingers.
Our mother wind is quiet
Whispered about autumn.
Leaves fall dropped,
Made us a carpet
We run along it with my mother
And we rustle together.
(T. Rezvova)
Autumn, sad time
Here is the rain in the morning
Raindrops run down the glass
Like transparent tears.
Autumn is crying, that's the trouble
The street became empty.
And now all the kids
Books are read at home.
Someone with yellow paint
Painted the forests
For some reason they became
Heaven below.
Blazed brighter
Tassels of rowan.
All flowers withered
Only fresh wormwood.
I asked my dad:
- What happened all of a sudden?
And dad answered:
- It's autumn, friend.
(N. Antonova)
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Poems about autumn for younger students from 7 to 9 years old
Autumn got a brush
Painted all around!
Changed fashion to colors
Decorate Nature:
At the birches, at the sisters -
Ribbons are yellow in pigtails.
The maples are wearing a red scarf.
Lawns in colorful dresses.
On the mountain ash decoration -
Scarlet berries necklace.
Updating everyone's outfits,
Autumn walks with us.
(E. Nikolaeva)
Red autumn - we ask you to visit.
Color nature brightly for us autumn!
Leaf - orange, leaf - crimson:
Draws furiously, draws zealously.
Draw while winter said
And then she took all the paint and licked it off.
(V. Trop)
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.
Before the winter cold arrives
Houses are warming up.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
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)
* * * * *
Golden Rain
The leaves were flooded with sunshine
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Poured, weighed down,
Run and fly
Rustled through the bushes
They jumped over the branches.
The wind turns gold
Sounds like golden rain!
(M. Lesovaya)
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)
autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves, not counting.
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)
Leaves
Why do trees fall
Dropping leaves?
Why are trees in winter
Stripping around?
- Trees also need
Undress before bed!
(V. Orlov)
There are few leaves on the trees.
On earth, it's a mess.
Patchwork blanket
In parting, autumn sews.
(S. Ostrovsky)
* * * * *
We can not live in the world without miracles,
They meet us everywhere.
Magical, autumn and fairy forest
He invites us to visit.
The wind will spin to the song of the rain,
Throw leaves at our feet.
Such a beautiful time
Miracle Autumn came to us again.
(M. Sidorova)
Leaves are golden, fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a good bouquet of them,
We'll put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
(E. Blaginina)
September
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)
Great about verses:
Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.
Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.
Humboldt W.
Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.
Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"
To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.
Autumn Poems for middle group kindergarten (4-5 years)
We bring to your attention a thematic selection of poems dedicated to autumn. Autumn is one of the four seasons, which is very often associated with sadness in poetry, because summer warmth leaves and the winter cold is approaching, blue sky becomes gray, and all people are immersed in their thoughts and reflections, thus creating masterpieces of poetry - autumn poems about golden autumn.
Autumn
Autumn,
Autumn...
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
On the path
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.
T. Belozerov
snowball
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.
3. Alexandrova
Here comes autumn
Here is autumn before us:
The field is compressed, the meadow is mowed.
And over the forest shoals
The geese are heading south.
Behind the barn a stack of straw
And rowan in the yard
From the window of my home
It can be seen by rural children.
Frequent rain in the window ringing.
Wind roaming everywhere
Golden leaves drives
By silver water.
V. Prikhodko
Golden Rain
The leaves were flooded with sunshine.
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Poured, weighed down,
Run and fly
Rustled through the bushes
They jumped over the branches.
The wind turns gold
Sounds like golden rain!
M. Lesovaya
It's raining, cold as ice.
Leaves swirl across the fields.
And geese in a long caravan
They fly over the forest.
I. Bunin
"It's raining down the street..."
It's raining down the street
wet road,
Many drops on glass
And a little warmth.
Like autumn mushrooms
We carry umbrellas
Because in the yard
Autumn has come.
V. Semernin
We can not live in the world without miracles,
They meet us everywhere.
Magic, autumn and fairy forest
He invites us to visit.
The wind will spin to the song of the rain,
Throw leaves at our feet. T
what a beautiful time it is
Miracle Autumn came to us again.
M. Sidorova
"Autumn has come..."
Autumn has come,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.
A. Erikeev
Autumn
Birch braids unraveled,
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, cringed,
It drooped, turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
She got better for the winter.
M. Sadovsky
Melting in the high skies
Lonely thin beam
Flocks of birds fly away
Clouds are flying.
I. Nikitin
patchwork quilt
On the trees
There are few leaves.
On the ground -
Overwhelming.
From patchwork
Blanket
goodbye
Autumn
Sews.
S. Ostrovsky
Golden leaves fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a good bouquet of them,
We'll put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
E. Blaginina
"In the aspen forest..."
In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Throw off scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
V. Stepanov
The sun is tired
You are warming up!
Yellow and scarlet
Sheets are spinning.
In the rustle and in the rustle
Our autumn garden
Heaps on the paths
The motley ones lie down.
M. Pozharova
Yellow maples cried at night.
They remembered the maples, how green they were ...
It also dripped from the yellow birch.
So the birch was crying too...
E. Moshkovskaya
Rain
rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sowing rain through a sieve
The smoke is grey.
Rain - artist:
He's drawing
puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
Here comes the gray snow
Lie thick.
How good is
And sad.
R.Sef
It's raining
Cloud-cat, tail pipe,
cloud with long beard,
Cloud-horse, cloud-beetle...
And there are only two hundred of them.
The poor clouds are very crowded,
There is no place for clouds in the sky.
All two hundred will quarrel,
And then they will pay together.
And the people below shout:
"Run away it's raining!»
D. Lukic
autumn hello
wind postman
Delivered letters,
Dul, he tried,
Sparing no effort.
Colored on foliage
hello autumn,
Rain lingering
Sprinkles your answer.
The pond was covered
notes of rain,
The sky is writing a song
Leaving in autumn.
T. Marshalova
leaf fall
Fallen leaves conversation Barely audible:
- We are from maples...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From bird cherry...
- From oak...
- From the birch...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!
Y. Kapotov
leaf fall
Falling leaves!
Falling leaves!
Forest autumn caulking.
Cannabis flew,
The edges became red,
The wind flew past
The wind whispered to the forest:
- Don't complain to the doctor
I treat freckles:
I'll cut off all the redheads,
I'll throw them in the grass!
N. Minsky
How good it is to visit autumn
Among the golden birches...
They wouldn't throw more gold,
There would be a forest, crimson and quiet.
More often the sun is tired
Stayed in the golden forest
To protect from the wind
Forest late beauty.
N. Naydenova
autumn leaf
Outside the window, the autumn leaf turned yellow,
Broke off, spun, flew.
The yellow leaf made friends with the breeze,
Everyone is spinning and playing under the window.
And when the cheerful wind flew away,
The yellow leaf on the asphalt got bored.
I went into the yard and picked up a leaf,
I brought it home and gave it to my mom.
You can't leave him outside.
Let him live all winter with me.
O. Chusovitina
Windy, windy
The whole earth is ventilated
Wind leaves from twigs
Dispersed around the world:
lime, birch,
Yellow leaf and pink
Red, colorful,
old leaf newspaper.
Sunny, windy
Windy, windy!
I. Tokmakova
Cranes
Above the brown field of hemp
Cranes fly lazily
Flying, calling to each other,
They look at everything, say goodbye -
With green trees
With birches and maples.
With valleys, lakes, With native expanses.
G. Ladonshchikov
"Kru-kru"
Kru - mutter softly
Cranes above us.
Kru - falling in circles
yellow leaves,
As if repeating
Following the cranes
Kru-kru-kru -
Autumn song words.
Kru - flies in a circle
The song is simple.
sad branches
The poplars are waving.
- Goodbye, summer!
- Goodbye, flock...
Kru-kru-kru -
The round earth is spinning.
V. Stepanov
Autumn - grandma
In a faded gray scarf
Autumn is coming - grandmother
By the river, in an empty forest,
Where the grass withered.
And knocks her stick
About snags, foam,
And they look from the box
Frail feathers.
Will take off the mittens later -
Knitted, not purchased -
And they ring in her can
Pink cranberries.
Stroking with a dry hand
Shedding hare...
Walks-wanders across the river
Autumn is real.
L. Fadeeva
Autumn
Autumn put on a colorful sarafan,
A yellow handkerchief, bast shoes with a tuck,
I went out onto the porch at the foggy dawn,
She shrugged her shoulder: cold and damp.
It's warm under the porch, the yellow leaf is falling,
At the well, the puddle did not dry out during the night.
Don't look at your shoulders cold wind,
Go to the hut, but close the window.
Heat the stove, light the torch,
While away the dark hours behind the spinning wheel.
O. Belyaevskaya
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
At first the wind rustled like an aspen.
Then a ridge of clouds passed over the forest.
Then the rain stopped. And the moose trail
Filled with heavenly water.
On the best of the forest paths,
Snorting and wrinkling his nose,
hedgehog
Cautious hedgehog
He carried four drops on the needles.
I. Smolnikov
A hedgehog curled up under a bush
Wet and prickly.
And the rain falls over the forest,
Dispersing clouds.
Dressed in red leaves,
Smiling stump.
Stayed dry all summer
And now it's soaking wet.
I. Mogilevskaya
Autumn
Cowberry ripens
Become the days are colder,
And from the bird's cry
The heart is only 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.
K. Balmont
White day is short.
Evenings are longer.
quail cries
Less and sadder
Autumn invisible
Came down to earth
bluish gray haze
Covered the sky...
N. Nekrasov
Autumn
Spreading wide wings
Above the yellow expanse of fields
A squadron floats in the sky
Cranes rushing south.
Autumn diligent wind
Foliage smashed along the roads,
And in the city yesterday at dawn
The last convoy has been sent.
M. Isakovsky
September
By the scarlet feathers of the bullfinch
The chill of September is flowing.
In a dry forest, the slumber of pines,
Peace emanates from the fields...
Our autumn goes south
holding on to a thread
Cranes.
T. Belozerov
Autumn
Autumn walks along the path
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Lost somewhere summer.
Autumn is coming
Autumn wanders.
Wind with maple leaves
Reset.
New carpet underfoot
yellow-pink -
Maple.
V. Avdienko
In the deep blue
orange-al,
maple leaf
He flew over me.
I run next:
He seems to be teasing
Beckoned somewhere
Follow me.
Leaf,
Tired of circling in the sky,
Sat trustingly
On the palm of my hand.
G. Osinina
Late fall
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
Maple and Christmas trees
hopes
To the rescue
Not! -
autumn maple
Half-naked.
And the wind is a thief
Try happy -
Rip off
Golden outfit.
But don't give up
Christmas trees -
Ostroy
They have
Needles!
S. Ostrovsky
Autumn chores
How much trouble for squirrels! The walnut ripens
Sour forest apples and mountain ash,
Viburnum blushed through the bushes, -
Caring housewives have a hurry:
It is necessary to gather porcini mushrooms,
String them on pine branches,
Caulk the hollow with new moss,
Grass and leaves to drag into the nest.
That's why there's bustle in the forest
And without wind in the movement of the top,
That's why around the shaggy stump
Exploded mosses of multi-colored pillows.
O. Belyaevskaya
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!
L. Stanchev
leaf fall
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find such
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
L. Razvodova
Autumn
In a golden carriage
What's with the playful horse
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything
bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Surprised by a miracle
Everything around sparkles
Everything spills over.
Y. Kapustina
Autumn
On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in blue -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the bank.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
All covered in bronze!
Autumn seems to me too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the bank.
Each leaf is like a flag!
I. Demyanov
Autumn leaves
Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
I. Tokmakova
November
Maples are flying faster and faster,
Darker and darker is the low vault of heaven,
Everything is clearer, how the crowns are empty,
You can hear more and more how the forest grows numb...
And increasingly hiding in the darkness
The sun cooled to the earth.
I. Maznin
Swifts
Swifts flew away today ...
- And where did you go, tell me?
- And they flew there,
Where the days are warm in the sun
Where there is no winter at all.
But we are still dearer to them!
And they will arrive in the spring
And again they whistle in the sky.
E. Trutneva
Autumn calendar
Today
Streets
In chaos.
In town
From the mountains
went down
Autumn -
With my calendar
Tear-off leaves in it.
Them,
Tearing down
Wind
Wears -
scattered,
rustling
All around.
S. Ostrovsky
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.
A. Pleshcheev
Rain yesterday morning
In glass windows pounded,
Fog over the ground
I got up with clouds.
At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff
On the autumn mud
The snow began to fall.
The night has passed. Dawn,
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
And the river froze.
In yards and houses
Snow lies in sheets
And shines from the sun
Colored fire...
I. Nikitin
All year round. October
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
S. Marshak
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.
A. Tvardovsky
From the novel "Eugene Onegin"
Already the sky autumn breathed,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
A. Pushkin
Carpet tracks
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane hushed up the conversation.
On the paths where the summer ran,
Multi-colored laid down carpet.
The sparrow was sad outside the window,
Unusually quiet at home.
On autumn carpets
Winter is slowly coming.
V. Orlov
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. Pleshcheev
Autumn
The summer threw off the green caftan,
The larks whistled to their heart's content.
Autumn, dressed in a dark fur coat,
I walked through the forests with a whisk,
To enter a zealous hostess
In the snowy forest chambers
A dandy in a white flyer -
Russian ruddy winter!
D. Kedrin
The wind broke out
In the forest glade
spun the aspen
In a red dress.
And a leaf from a birch
golden bee
Curls and flies
Above the thorny tree.
And under the Christmas tree
They paved the bridge...
Goodbye tree
Come visit us!
E. Trutneva
Umbrella
M. Sidorova
If it's pouring rain
I take an umbrella with me
Very bright and big
Yellow-red-blue.
Whoever meets
Very surprised.
The people around say:
“This is such a miracle! The umbrella is coming!
Even a little embarrassing
That I can't see at all...
autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova
Yellow coins fall from a branch.
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves, not counting.
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
Autumn
T. Belozerov
Autumn,
Autumn…
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
On the path
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.
The winds are blowing
A. Koltsov
The winds are blowing
winds are violent,
The clouds are walking
The clouds are dark.
Can't see them
white light;
Can't see them
Red sun.
leaf fall
Y. Korinets
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.
aspen
I. Tokmakova
Aspen chills,
Worth the wind.
Moaning in the sun
Freezes in the heat.
Give Aspen
Coat and boots.
Gotta get warm
Poor donkey.
Oak
I. Tokmakova
rain and wind oak
Not afraid at all.
Who said that oak
Scared to catch a cold?
After all, until late autumn
It stands green.
So the oak is hardy,
So it's hot!
colorful wind
V. Stepanov
Summer is followed by autumn
The wind sings yellow songs to her.
Leaves spread red underfoot,
A white snowflake flies into the blue.
Bug
A. 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!
Has risen, the weather is noisy
I. Nikitin
Got up, making noise
bad weather,
Low boron raw
Leans over.
Walk, swim
Clouds across the sky.
Autumn night
Blacker than a crow.
Autumn
I. Vinokurov
Autumn is walking in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Red beads - rowan,
Pink apron - aspen,
Yellow umbrella - poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.
What will autumn bring us?
L. Nekrasova
What will autumn bring us?
What will autumn bring us?
- Ruddy apples, sweet honey,
Ruddy apples, sweet honey!
What will autumn bring us?
What will autumn bring us?
- A full garden of various vegetables,
A vegetable garden full of vegetables!
What will autumn bring us?
What will autumn bring us?
- Golden bread for the whole year,
Golden bread for the whole year!
It's raining down the street
V. Semernin
It's raining down the street
wet road,
Many drops on glass
And a little warmth.
Like autumn mushrooms
We carry umbrellas
Because in the yard
Autumn has come.
It's raining
D. Lukic
Cloud-cat, tail pipe,
A cloud with a long beard
Cloud-horse, cloud-beetle ...
And there are only two hundred of them.
The poor clouds are very crowded,
There is no place for clouds in the sky.
All two hundred will quarrel,
And then they will pay together.
And the people below shout:
"Run, it's raining!"
Golden leaves fall, fly
E. Blaginina
Golden leaves fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a good bouquet of them,
We'll put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
Autumn has come
A. Erikeev
Autumn has come,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.
Golden Rain
M. Lessovaya
The leaves were flooded with sunshine.
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Poured, weighed down,
Run and fly
Rustled through the bushes
They jumped over the branches.
The wind turns gold
Sounds like golden rain!
Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova
Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
White day is short
N. Nekrasov
White day is short.
Evenings are longer.
quail cries
Less and sadder
Autumn invisible
Came down to earth
bluish gray haze
Covered the sky...
