Poems about autumn - the best poems about autumn. Poems about autumn for school and kindergarten. Beautiful and short quatrains for children Autumn worries of the hare
Beautiful poems appeal not only to adults, but also to children. Children recite them with pleasure at holiday matinees. Simple texts are more suitable for learning by heart. Short rhyming lines are easy for kids to remember. Poems are useful for the development of a child of any age. It’s more interesting to study with them the world, natural phenomena, seasons.
Poems about autumn for children aged 6–7 years old introduce them in an accessible form to the signs of this season. The children will learn about the behavior of birds and animals, weather, and plants. While learning poems for kindergarten, kids get used to speaking in front of an audience. Children senior group You can safely send them to a competition so that they can read their favorite poem about autumn.
Hello, golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll draw a picture
To give to my grandfather.
Here a birch tree, there a rowan tree,
Green Christmas tree.
The sky is blue from above,
The sun is cheerful.
So autumn has come,
It has been raining since morning.
But he's not afraid of the weather
Mischievous child.
We'll take an umbrella
And let's go for a walk in the yard.
And in rubber boots
Our feet won't get wet.
Autumn came to us in September.
How many mushrooms have grown!
Changed color of clothes
Near trees and bushes.
Maple put on a red caftan,
The poplars are all yellow.
Only the Christmas trees were not taken down
The dress is green.
Look what a miracle
Suddenly it happened in the yard:
Dressed up, dressed up
All trees in September.
appeared on rowan trees
Scarlet earrings,
And the aspens in red dresses
Spinning with a birch tree.
Look outside the window
Leaves are falling like rain!
We'll go for a walk
We will collect them in bouquets.
Yellow and red
Everyone is so different!
Autumn did not come empty-handed,
She brought a basket of fruit.
Peaches, pears and ripe plums
Mom washed it and gave it to us.
The bunch of grapes is sweet and fragrant,
Juicy berries are begging to be put into your mouth.
The main thing is to stop in time,
So that your stomach doesn't hurt later.
It started raining again,
Puddles in the yard.
We won't go for a walk with you,
Let's sit in the corner.
The birds are moving to the south,
So, autumn is just around the corner.
Early in the morning we will see
White frost on the grass.
The trees have shed their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like in a cold mirror,
Reflects the clouds.
Autumn has arrived and has flown around our garden...
But rowan trees make the kids happy -
Scarlet clusters glow brightly in the wind.
Asters and chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Let's decorate our garden with maple leaves,
Bunches of rowan, fir cones.
Hello, our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.
Squirrels have no time to frolic,
Autumn will not wait for them.
We need to think about supplies
So as not to starve in winter.
Collect nuts and cones
And they will hide them in hiding places.
The frosts are no longer scary,
The animals got ready.
On a walk in the forest we found mushrooms,
Right under the birch tree, on a green hummock.
Autumn brought velvet hats
Little twins behind a spruce paw.
Worn askew, with a yellow leaf on top.
Grow up, brothers! We'll find it again.
Forests stand without leaves,
The bird voices died down.
The rain is dripping in the yard,
Little sun in October.
It's sad for the animals in November,
There are no berries or mushrooms.
Good for the one who did it
Your stock before the cold weather.
Look at this, guys.
There is so much gold all around!
Autumn tried this
So that our yard becomes elegant.
Golden carpet under your feet
She threw generously.
To all the trees and leaves
I gave out yellow paint.
The harvest has ripened to glory,
Let's collect together.
How many pears and apples are hanging,
You can't even see the branches.
Cabbage akimbo
Pumpkin is good too.
So it was not in vain that we tried,
So that the harvest grows.
There's so little sun in November
That I don't want to go for a walk.
But we shouldn't, guys.
On an autumn day, feel sad.
Look at the puddles -
How thin ice sparkles!
The first snowflake in the sky
Spinning like a helicopter.
Look at the bunny -
Well, he became a fashionista!
Showed off his white fur coat
And he galloped off into the woods.
There are also many beautiful poems by famous Russian poets. They are suitable for schoolchildren in grades 1, 2, 3 and for children in the older group of kindergarten.
Website “Mom can do anything!” I collected the most beautiful poems about autumn for children. They will create a special autumn mood, as well as introduce you to the features of nature at this time of year. These poems will not only broaden your horizons, but also show your child all the beauty of golden autumn.
These verses are suitable for memorizing, for reading in kindergarten or school. They can be told at an autumn festival or simply read after a walk in the park.
Autumn
If in the trees
the leaves have turned yellow,
If the land is far away
the birds have flown away
If the sky is gloomy,
if it rains,
It's that time of year
It's called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)
Autumn
I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.
(G.M. Novitskaya)
In the aspen forest
In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)
The rain is flying
The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog creeps in. Around the saddened pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(Ivan Demyanov)
Leaf fall
Leaf fall,
Leaf fall!
Yellow birds are flying...
Maybe it's not birds
Are you getting ready for a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to relax?
He will rest,
Will gain strength
And back to us
Will come back.
(I. Bursov)
Autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you, and to us,
And to everyone.
(I. Pivovarova)
Autumn tears
Cried at night
Yellow maples.
We remembered the maples,
How green they were.
From yellow birch
It was also dripping.
So, birch too
I cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A.S. Pushkin)
***
Plums are scattering in the garden,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To berths unknown in life. And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?
Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?
(Lyudmila Kuznetsova)
***
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...
Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.
(E. Trutneva)
Autumn
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...
(L. Tatyanicheva)
September
Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
(I. Tokmakova)
***
October has already arrived -
the grove is already shaking off
Latest sheets
from its naked branches;
The autumn chill has breathed in -
the road is freezing. The murmur is still running
behind the mill there is a stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And they suffer in winter
from mad fun,
And wakes up the dogs barking
sleeping oak groves.
(A.S. Pushkin)
***
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
The water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter... (Sergei Yesenin)
Golden autumn
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)
Before the rain
The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
(Nikolai Nekrasov)
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
(A.S. Pushkin)
The swallows have disappeared...
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.
Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.
It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.
(A.A. Fet)
Leaf fall
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there
through foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
(Ivan Bunin)
Glorious Autumn
Glorious Autumn
Healthy, vigorous
Air tired strength invigorates;
Ice is not strong
on the chilly river
It's like
melting sugar lies;
Near the forest
like in a soft bed,
You can get some sleep -
peace and space!
Leaves fade
haven't had time yet
They lie yellow and fresh,
like a carpet. Glorious autumn!
Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature!
And the bumps
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I'm flying fast
on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
(N.A. Nekrasov)
Autumn – “Sad time...” favorite time the year of poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Poems about autumn will “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “are replete” with epithets-leaves... Feel the breath of autumn in autumn poems for children and adults.
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Autumn poems for children, poems by Pushkin, Yesenin, Bunin about autumn
Poems about autumn: A. S. Pushkin
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
AUTUMN
(excerpt)
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA
Leaf fall, leaf fall,
The whole team rushed into the garden,
Shurochka came running.
The leaves (can you hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Shower of lace leaves
Rustle about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Swept three leaves,
I approached the teacher:
- Things are going well!
(I’m working hard, keep in mind, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka...)
How does the link work?
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, or in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
The leaves rustle sadly:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Poems about autumn:
Alexey Pleshcheev
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
AUTUMN SONG
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
AUTUMN
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.
Poems about autumn:
Ivan Bunin
LEAF FALL
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
There are dry corn stalks in the fields,
Wheel marks and faded tops.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.
Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Cliffs of rocks. It's night and here we go
To the dark shore. At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.
"Can you see the water?" - “I see only mercury
Foggy shine..." Neither sky nor earth.
Only the shine of stars hangs below us - in the muddy
Bottomless phosphoric dust.
Poems about autumn:
Boris Pasternak
GOLD AUTUMN
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolay Nekrasov
UNCOMPRESSED BAND
Late fall. The rooks have flown away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed...
She makes me sad.
The ears seem to whisper to each other:
“It’s boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bow down to the ground,
Fat grains bathing in dust!
Every night we are ruined by the villages1
Every passing voracious bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting?
Or are we worse born than others?
Or did they bloom and spike unharmoniously?
No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
The grain has filled and ripened within us.
It was not for this reason that he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will scatter us?..”
The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, I didn’t have the strength to start the work.
The poor fellow is feeling bad - he doesn’t eat or drink,
The worm is sucking his aching heart,
The hands that made these furrows,
They dried up into slivers and hung like whips.
As if laying your hand on a plow,
The plowman walked thoughtfully along the strip.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
We didn't notice the bug
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's alive for now,
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a living beetle there!
Let's open the frame!
Poems about autumn:
V. Stepanov
SPARROW
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
Poems about autumn:
Konstantin Balmont
AUTUMN
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Poems about autumn:
Apollo Maykov
AUTUMN
There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks burn from the cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your foot!
I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest took away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower has tied;
The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Doesn't hang near the stump
Purple of lingonberry clusters;
For a long time on the leaves, lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...
The leaves rustle underfoot;
Death lays down its harvest...
Only I am happy at heart
And I sing like crazy!
I know, it’s not for nothing that among the mosses
I picked early snowdrops;
Down to the autumn flowers
Every flower I met.
What did the soul tell them?
What did they tell her?
I will remember, breathing with happiness,
On winter nights and days!
The leaves rustle underfoot...
Death is laying down its harvest!
Only I am happy at heart -
And I sing like crazy!
Autumn leaves are circling in the wind,
Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!”
Their royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring matures in him.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolay Ogarev
IN AUTUMN
How good the spring bliss was sometimes -
And the soft freshness of green herbs,
And leaves of young fragrant shoots
Along the trembling branches of the awakened oak forests,
And the day has a luxurious and warm glow,
AND bright colors gentle merging!
But you are closer to my heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest falls on the soil of a compressed cornfield
The yellowed leaves are blowing with a whisper,
And the sun later from the desert heights,
Filled with bright despondency, he looks...
So the peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.
Poems about autumn:
Alexander Tvardovsky
NOVEMBER
The Christmas tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidied up before dark and is empty.
And naked as a broom,
Clogged with mud by the dirt road,
Blown by ash frost,
The vine bush trembles and whistles.
Between the thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Made a noise at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
You can't hear the birds. Small cracks
Broken branch
And, flashing its tail, a squirrel
The light one makes a jump.
The spruce tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
Protects dense shade.
The last aspen boletus
He pulled his hat on one side.
Poems about autumn:
Afanasy Fet
IN AUTUMN
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Poems about autumn:
Fedor Tyutchev
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
Poems about autumn:
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
The water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...
Children's poems about autumn
E. Trutneva
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...
Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.
A. Berlova
NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.
SEPTEMBER
Autumn has brought out the colors,
She needs a lot of painting:
Leaves are yellow and red,
Gray – the sky and puddles.
OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.
****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
The crops have been harvested, the hay has been cut,
Both the suffering and the heat have gone away.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Autumn is in the yard again.
Golden shocks of straw
They lie on collective farm currents.
And guys dear friend
They are in a hurry to go to school.
****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson...
It's good to wander with a basket
Along the edges and clearings!
We are walking and under our feet
A golden rustle is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
It smells like forest freshness.
And behind the foggy haze
The river sparkles in the distance.
Spread it out in the clearings
Autumn yellow silk.
A cheerful ray through the needles
He penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!
There are beautiful maples on the hillocks
Scarlet flames burst into flames...
How many saffron milk caps, honey fungus
We'll pick it up in the grove in a day!
Autumn is walking through the forests.
There is no time more beautiful than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.
Y. Kasparova
NOVEMBER
Forest animals in November
They close the doors in the minks.
Brown bear until spring
He will sleep and dream.
SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why can't they stay at home?
September asks them: “In the south
Hide from the winter blizzard."
OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like something out of a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?
I. Tokmakova
SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they fall under my feet like a bright carpet.
It's like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
Maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy...
I throw my leaves up at random -
I can arrange leaf fall too!
AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
The ground froze overnight,
All the hazel is in silver.
The belated redhead shudders,
Pressed down by a broken branch.
On his chilled skin
The light drops tremble.
Scared away the alarming silence
In a lightly dormant forest
Moose roam cautiously,
They gnaw the bitter bark.
****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
The birches have unbraided their braids,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars were flooded.
The willows have drooped by the pond,
The aspen trees began to tremble,
Oak trees, always huge,
It's like they've become smaller.
Everything became quiet. Shrinked.
Drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is beautiful
Looked better by winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
Autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind swirls.
There are yellow leaves,
There are red leaves.
Let's put it in a wallet
We are different leaves!
The room will be beautiful
Mom will say “thank you” to us!
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Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying,
It's a fun day.
Sees off kindergarten
The kids are going to school.
Our flowers have faded,
Birds fly away.
- You are going for the first time,
Study in first grade.
Sad dolls sitting
On an empty terrace.
Our cheerful kindergarten
Reminisce in class.
Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We'll be with you at school.
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In this section we have collected poems by different poets about autumn. The works are easy to remember, so they are suitable for reading and memorizing for children 4-6 years old and older. Poems will decorate the matinee and autumn festival in kindergarten. Our website also presents a selection of poems about autumn for toddlers and for children 7-9 years old.
Poems about autumn for memorization
The birds are moving to the south
The birds are moving to the south,
So, autumn is just around the corner.
Early in the morning we will see
White frost on the grass.
The trees have shed their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like in a cold mirror,
Reflects the clouds.
Golden leaves are falling and flying
Golden leaves are falling and flying,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a nice bouquet out of them,
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
(E. Blagina)
Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Let's decorate our garden with maple leaves,
Bunches of rowan, fir cones.
Hello, our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.
Aspen
In the autumn garden,
By the path
Aspen claps
In the palms.
That's why
That week
Her palms
Blushed.
(R. Seph)
Autumn song
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.
(A. Pleshcheev)
Umbrella
If it's pouring rain,
I take an umbrella with me
Very bright and big
Yellow-red-blue.
Whoever you meet
Very surprised.
People around say:
“What a miracle! The umbrella is coming!
It's even a little offensive
That I can't be seen at all...
(M. Sidorova)
A fox passed under a bush
A fox passed under a bush
And she burned the leaves with her tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And the autumn forest burst into flames.
(N. Krasilnikov)
Autumn outside the window
It's autumn outside the window,
The leaves are rustling,
The maple has dropped all its leaves,
He seems to be sleeping.
And the birch tree bends
From the crazy wind
The rain is pouring from the clouds,
Summer has fled.
With my kitten
I'll sit by the window
Watch the call
A trickle of rain.
(L. Aleynikova)
Rain, rain, listen
Rain, rain, listen:
Don't walk barefoot through puddles.
Autumn is wandering along the roads,
He carries cold weather in his knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
(V. Stepanov)
Mischief makers
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)
The rain is flying
The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.
At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(I. Demyanov)
The birds are seen off
The birds are seen off
On the road to the forest:
Long echo
Flies to the skies.
The birds are seen off
On the road to the meadows:
The grass has grown
In big stacks.
Even after them
Like a wing
Scarecrow waves
An empty sleeve.
(V. Stepanov)
Autumn is coming
Following the summer
Autumn is coming.
Yellow songs
The wind sings to her
Red under your feet
Spreads leaves
White snowflake
Flying into the blue.
(V. Stepanov)
October
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!
(V. Berestov)
Leaf fall
Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into a puddle.
(Yu. Korinets)
Leaf fall
Leaf fall,
Leaf fall!
Yellow birds are flying...
Maybe it's not birds
Are you getting ready for a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to relax?
He will rest,
Will gain strength
And back to us
Will come back.
(I. Bursov)
Autumn walks along the path
Autumn walks along the path,
Got my feet wet in puddles.
It's raining,
And there is no light
Summer is lost somewhere.
Autumn is walking, autumn is wandering,
The wind knocked the leaves off the maple tree.
There's a new rug under your feet,
Yellow-pink maple.
(V. Avdienko)
In the morning we go to the yard
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...
Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.
(E. Trutneva)
Oak
Oak of rain and wind
Not afraid at all.
Who said that oak
Scared of catching a cold?
After all, until late autumn
It's green.
This means the oak is hardy,
So, hardened.
(Irina Tokmanova)
Autumn, autumn
Autumn, autumn.
We invite you to visit us!
Autumn, autumn,
Stay for eight weeks:
With abundant bread,
With high sheaves,
With falling leaves and rain,
With a migratory crane.
(I. Surikov)
Autumn in the park
Autumn is coming in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads - rowan,
Yellow umbrella for poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.
(I. Vinokurov)
Hedgehog
A hedgehog curled up under a bush
Wet and prickly.
And the rain mows down the forest,
Dispersing the clouds.
Dressed in red leaves
The tree stump smiles.
Stood dry all summer,
And now I'm completely wet.
(I. Mogilevskaya)
Autumn has come
Autumn has come,
Our garden has turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear the funny ones
Songs of the nightingale.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.
(A. Erikeev)
Hello, golden autumn!
Hello, golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll draw a picture
To give to my grandfather.
Here a birch tree, there a rowan tree,
Green Christmas tree.
The sky is blue from above,
The sun is cheerful.
The sky was gloomy in the morning
In the morning the sky was gloomy
And everything seemed despondent.
Autumn loves to cry,
It's raining on the ground.
Loves to rustle leaves
And pluck them from the trees.
(L. Lukanova)
Bustle
Winter is still far away
But not for fun
The squirrel drags into the bins
Berries, nuts...
Where can I get sweets in winter?
For children
And for guests?
(V. Stepanov)
Good Witch
In a golden carriage
What's wrong with the playful horse?
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
Good Witch
Everything has been changed:
Bright yellow
I decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
He is surprised at the miracle.
Everything around is sparkling,
Everything shimmers.
(Yu. Kapustina)
Leaf fall
fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible:
- We are from maples...
- We are from apple trees...
- We are from cherries...
- From an aspen tree...
- From bird cherry...
- From an oak tree...
- From a birch tree...
Leaf fall everywhere:
Frost is on the way!
(Yu. Kapotov)
Golden grove
Autumn! Golden grove!
Gold, blue,
And it flies over the grove
Flock of cranes.
High under the clouds
Geese respond
With a distant lake, with fields
They say goodbye forever.
(A. Alien)
Autumn
Mom is sad for some reason...
Maybe she forgot
How I rode in the rain
In his blue raincoat.
Like just a girl
She laughed loudly to the beat of the drops.
She needs to be reminded quickly.
Come on, it's fun and friendly
We put on boots
And we run out into the rain.
One two three four five
We are going to look for autumn...
Late fall
It's timid near the shore
Brittle ice is falling.
sad gray cloud
Floats along the bottom of the pond.
Harsh breathes in autumn
Clear water.
The trees have shed their leaves,
Facing the cold.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
September
Birds flew in the sky.
Why can't they stay at home?
September asks them: “In the south
Hide from the winter blizzard."
October
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like something out of a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?
November
Forest animals in November
They close the doors in the minks.
Brown bear until spring
He will sleep and dream.
(Yu. Kasparova)
Here it is autumn
Here is autumn before us:
The field is compressed, the meadow is mown.
And over the forest in shoals
The geese are heading south.
Behind the barn there is a stack of straw
And a rowan tree in the yard
From the window of my home
Visible to rural children.
Frequent rain rings through the window.
The wind wanders everywhere,
Golden leaves drive
Along the silver water.
(V. Prikhodko)
It's raining down the street...
It's raining down the street
Wet road
Lots of drops on the glass
And there's a little heat.
Like autumn mushrooms
We carry umbrellas
Because it's outside
Autumn has come.
(V. Semernin)
Golden Rain
The leaves were filled with sunshine.
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Filled up, heavy,
They flowed and flew,
They rustled through the bushes,
We jumped on the branches.
The wind swirls gold,
Sounds like golden rain!
(M. Lessovaya)
Autumn garden
The sun is tired,
You are sparingly warming!
Yellow and scarlet
The sheets are spinning.
In the rustle and rustle
Our autumn garden.
There are heaps on the paths
The motley ones lie.
(M. Pozharova)
Leaf fall
Leaf fall!
Leaf fall!
Autumn caulking forest.
The hemp came,
The edges have become red,
The wind flew by
The wind whispered in the forest:
Don't complain to the doctor
I treat the freckled ones:
I'll tear off all the red flowers,
I'll throw them in the grass!
(N. Minsky)
Autumn
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon -
And he will cry sleepily.
(K. Balmont)
White day is short
White day is short.
The evenings are longer.
Quail calls
Less often and sadder
Autumn invisible
Came down to earth
A bluish-gray haze
The sky has covered...
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Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling
It's leaf fall in our garden.
Yellow, red leaves
They curl and fly in the wind.
Birds fly south
Geese, rooks, cranes.
This is the last flock
Flapping its wings in the distance.
Let's take each basket in our hands,
Let's go to the forest to pick mushrooms,
The stumps and paths smell
Delicious autumn mushroom
(M. Evensen)
It's autumn, friend
Someone painted yellow
Painted the forests
For some reason they became
Below the sky.
Burned brighter
Rowan tassels.
All the flowers have faded
Only fresh wormwood.
I asked my dad:
- What happened suddenly?
And dad answered:
- It's autumn, friend.
(N. Antonova)
rustled underfoot
rustled underfoot
Leaves with yellow sides.
It became damp, it became bare,
I need to get ready for school.
I barely write notebooks
Posted in my portfolio
Among the rowan berries,
Maple and aspen leaves,
Acorns and russula...
And, probably, Olezhek,
My desk neighbor will ask:
"What is all this?" “It’s autumn”...
(T. Agibalova)
Autumn is approaching
It's gradually getting colder
And the days became shorter.
Summer is quickly running away
A flock of birds flashing in the distance.
The rowan trees have already turned red,
The grass has become withered,
appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.
In the morning the fog swirls,
motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
It's like being in the hot summer heat.
But the wind barely blows
And autumn foliage
Flashes in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
(I. Butrimova)
Summer has passed
Summer, giving away warmth,
It got boring and went away.
The wind tore off the leaves
And he scattered it under his feet.
The sun hid behind the clouds,
The gray day was boring with rain.
And for some reason he cries, cries -
That's how bad it is.
Let's ask him.
The rain will answer: “It’s just autumn...
(V. Gvozdev)
Autumn
The birch trees unbraided their braids,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars were flooded.
The willows have drooped by the pond,
The aspen trees began to tremble,
Oak trees, always huge,
It's like they've become smaller.
Everything calmed down, shrank,
It has drooped and turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is beautiful
By winter she looked better.
(M. Sadovsky)
Autumn
Autumn was blooming at the edges of the colors,
I quietly ran a brush across the foliage:
The hazel trees turned yellow and the maples glowed,
In autumn purple only green oak.
Autumn consoles:
- Don't regret the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!
(3. Fedorovskaya)
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
(I. Tokmakova)
autumn wind
Someone is walking at the gate -
It will hit a branch
Then he will collect blades of grass
And he will throw it up.
Then it will begin to bend the mountain ash
At a packed dacha,
So I started blowing on the puddle,
Like hot tea.
And he doesn’t freeze without a coat
On a chilly blue evening...
This someone is nobody
He is the autumn wind.
(L. Derbenev)
Carpets
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane's conversation fell silent.
On the paths where summer ran,
The multi-colored carpet lay down.
The sparrow became sad outside the window,
The houses became unusually quiet.
Along the autumn carpet paths
Winter is coming unnoticed.
(V. Orlov)
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad it is
What the gardens look like.
The birds reached out
To warm regions.
Farewell is heard
The screech of a crane.
The sun doesn't spoil me
Us with your warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Can't return it anymore.
(E. Arsenina)
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A.S. Pushkin)
On the road, on the path
On the road, on the path
The forest has lost its leaves.
Spider on a web
He got into my collar.
The nights have become darker
And you can’t hear the woodpecker’s knock.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.
In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow lightly circles,
Know the frost on the way, it's coming.
(L. Nelyubov)
Autumn miracle
It's autumn, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding,
The wind sings pitifully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true,
The kids are having fun:
The miracle now is Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
(N. Samonii)
In October
A gray day is shorter than the night,
The water in the river is cold,
Frequent rain wets the ground,
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles,
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold comes
Houses are insulated.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
Autumn
Autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind swirls.
There are yellow leaves,
There are red leaves.
Let's put it in a wallet
We are different leaves!
The room will be beautiful
Mom will say “thank you” to us!
(O. Vysotskaya)
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