Poems about autumn - the best poems about autumn. Poems about autumn for school and kindergarten. Beautiful and short quatrains for children Autumn worries of a hare
Beautiful poems are liked not only by adults, but also by children. The children are happy to recite them at the festive matinees. Simple texts are more suitable for memorization. Short rhyming lines are easy for kids to remember. Poems are useful for the development of a child of any age. With them it is more interesting to study the world around, natural phenomena, seasons.
Poems about autumn for children aged 6-7 in an accessible form introduce them to the signs of this season. Children will learn about the behavior of birds and animals, weather, plants. Learning poems for kindergarten, kids get used to performing in front of the public. Children of the older group can be safely sent to the competition so that they read their favorite poem about autumn.
Hello golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll paint a picture
To give to my grandfather.
Here is a birch, there is a mountain ash,
Christmas tree green.
Above the sky is blue
The sun is fun.
Here comes the autumn
It's been raining since morning.
But the weather is not afraid
Naughty child.
We will take an umbrella
And let's go for a walk in the yard.
And rubber boots
Our feet don't get wet.
Autumn came to us in September.
How many mushrooms have grown!
Clothes color changed
At trees and bushes.
Maple put on a red caftan,
The poplars are all yellow.
Only the Christmas trees were not removed
The dresses are green.
Look what a miracle
Suddenly it happened in the yard:
Dress up, dress up
All trees in September.
Appeared on mountain ash
scarlet earrings,
And aspens in red dresses
Circling with a birch.
Look outside the window
Leaves are raining down!
We'll go for a walk
We will collect them in bouquets.
Yellow and red
All are so different!
Autumn did not come empty-handed,
She brought a fruit basket.
Peaches, pears and ripe plums
Mom washed it and gave it to us.
A bunch of grapes is sweet and fragrant,
Juicy berries are asked in the mouth.
The main thing is to stop in time,
So that the stomach does not hurt later.
Again the rain charged
Puddles in the yard.
We won't go for a walk with you
We sit in the corner.
The birds flew south
So, autumn is in the yard.
Early in the morning we'll see
White frost on the grass.
The trees dropped their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like a cold mirror
Reflects clouds.
Autumn has come, flew around our garden ...
But on the other hand, mountain ash pleases the guys -
Clusters of scarlet bloom brightly in the wind.
Lush asters with chrysanthemums bloom.
Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Clusters of mountain ash, spruce cones.
Hello our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.
Squirrels have no time to frolic,
Autumn won't wait for them.
Need to think about stocks
To not starve in winter.
Collect nuts, cones
And hide in hiding places.
Frost is not terrible now,
The animals are ready.
On a forest walk we found mushrooms,
Right under the birch, on a green hummock.
Autumn gave velvet hats
Little twins behind a spruce paw.
Sideways put on, a yellow leaf on top.
Grow up brothers! We'll still find.
Forests without leaves
The birds' voices subsided.
Rain drops in the yard
Little sun in October.
It's sad in November for the little animals,
There are no berries or mushrooms.
Good for whoever did
Your stock before the cold.
Look guys
How much gold is around!
This autumn tried
So that our yard becomes elegant.
Golden carpet under your feet
She threw generously.
To all trees and leaves
Handed out yellow paint.
The harvest is ripe
We will collect together.
How many pears hang and apples,
You can't even see branches.
Cabbage buckled up
Pumpkin is good too.
So we didn't try hard
To grow the harvest.
So little sun in November
That you don't want to walk.
But we shouldn't guys
On an autumn day to lose heart.
Look at the puddles -
How thin ice sparkles!
The first snowflake in the sky
Spinning like a helicopter.
Look at the bunny
Well, he became a fashionista!
Boasting a white coat
And he ran off into the woods.
There are also many beautiful poems by famous Russian poets. They are suitable for schoolchildren of grades 1, 2, 3 and for children of the older group of kindergarten.
Website "Mom can do anything!" collected the most beautiful poems about autumn for children. They will create a special autumn mood, as well as introduce you to the peculiarities of nature at this time of the year. These verses will not only expand their horizons, but will also show the child all the beauty of golden autumn.
These poems are suitable for memorization, for reading in kindergarten or school. They can be told at the autumn festival or simply read after a walk in the park.
Autumn
If in the trees
the leaves turned yellow
If the edge is far
the birds have flown
If the sky is gloomy
if it's raining,
It's the time of year
called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)
Autumn
I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.
(G.M. Novitskaya)
In the aspen forest
In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)
Raindrops are flying
Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps. By the saddened pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(Ivan Demyanov)
leaf fall
leaf fall,
Falling leaves!
Yellow birds fly...
Maybe it's not a bird
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to rest?
will rest,
Strength will be gained
And back to us
Will return.
(I. Bursov)
autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)
autumn tears
Wept at night
Yellow maples.
Remember maples,
How green they were.
from yellow birch
It also dripped.
So birch too
Cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)
Sad time! Oh charm!
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)
***
Plums are scattered in the garden,
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To berths unknown in life. And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why the universal sadness
In every line in the poetry of poets?
Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
(Lyudmila Kuznetsova)
***
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
(E. Trutneva)
Autumn
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show
I turn yellow leaves,
Let me make sure, don't rush
How fresh is your silence
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flame of aspens ...
(L. Tatyanicheva)
September
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
(I. Tokmakova)
***
October has come
the grove is shaking off
Last sheets
from their bare branches;
The autumn chill blew
the road is freezing. The murmur is still running
behind the mill stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And suffer winter
from crazy fun
And the barking of dogs wakes
dormant oak trees.
(A.S. Pushkin)
***
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ... (Sergey Yesenin)
gold autumn
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)
Before the rain
A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.
Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
(Nikolai Nekrasov)
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
(A.S. Pushkin)
The swallows are gone...
The swallows are gone
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flew
Yes, like a network, flickered
Over that mountain.
In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.
It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will leave - willy-nilly
It's hard - even cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
(A.A. Fet)
leaf fall
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there
through foliage
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
(Ivan Bunin)
Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn
Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Ice is fragile
on the cold river
as if
melting sugar lies;
Near the forest
like a soft bed
You can sleep -
peace and space!
Leaves fade
haven't made it yet
Yellow and fresh lie,
like a carpet. Glorious autumn!
frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature!
And bumps
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I'm flying fast
on cast iron rails,
I think my mind...
(N.A. Nekrasov)
Autumn - "A sad time ...", the favorite season of poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Poems about autumn will “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “dazzle” 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
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
AUTUMN
(excerpt)
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA
leaf fall, leaf fall,
All the link rushed to the garden,
Shura came running.
Leaves (hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
A shower of leaves lacy
Rustles about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Three leaves swept,
Approached the teacher
- Things are going well!
(I'm working, mind you, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka ...)
How the link works
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...
leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
Leaves rustle sadly
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Poems about autumn:
Alexey Pleshcheev
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
AUTUMN SONG
The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
AUTUMN
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
Poems about autumn:
Ivan Bunin
LEAF FALL
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
Dry stalks of corn in the fields,
Wheel tracks and faded haulm.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.
Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Rock breaks. Here is the night and here we go
To the dark shore At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.
"Do you see water?" - “I see only mercury
Foggy brilliance ... "No sky, no earth.
Only a star shine hangs under us - in a muddy
Bottomless phosphorus dust.
Poems about autumn:
Boris Pasternak
GOLD AUTUMN
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolai Nekrasov
UNCOMPRESSED STRIP
Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.
It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
We are bored listening to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!
We are being ruined by villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us ...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?
Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?
Not! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.
Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "
The wind brings them a sad answer:
“Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.
Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,
The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.
Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
We didn't see the beetle
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!
Poems about autumn:
V. Stepanov
SPARROW
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.
Poems about autumn:
Konstantin Balmont
AUTUMN
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
Poems about autumn:
Apollo Maykov
AUTUMN
Covers a golden leaf
Wet ground in the forest...
I boldly trample with my foot
Spring forest beauty.
Cheeks burn with cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack
Rake the leaves with your feet!
I have no former pleasures here!
The forest has taken a secret from itself:
The last nut is plucked
Tied the last flower;
Moss is not raised, not blown up
A pile of curly mushrooms;
Doesn't hang around the stump
Purple lingonberry brushes;
Long on the leaves, lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks cold somehow
Clear skies...
Leaves rustle under foot;
Death spreads its harvest...
Only I have a cheerful soul
And like crazy, I sing!
I know, not without reason among the mosses
I tore an early snowdrop;
Down to autumn colors
Every flower I have met.
What the soul told them
What did they say to her?
I remember, breathing happiness,
In winter nights and days!
Leaves rustle underfoot...
Death spreads its harvest!
Only I am cheerful in soul -
And like crazy, I sing!
Autumn leaves 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!
The royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring ripens in it.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolai Ogarev
IN AUTUMN
How good were sometimes spring bliss -
And the soft freshness of green grasses,
And leaves fragrant young shoots
On the branches of the quivering awakened oak forests,
And the day is a luxurious and warm radiance,
And bright colors gentle fusion!
But you are closer to the heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest on the soil of a compressed field
With a whisper, it blows away the old sheets,
And the sun later from the desert height,
The despondency of the bright is fulfilled, looks ...
So peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.
Poems about autumn:
Alexander Tvardovsky
NOVEMBER
The tree became more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidy and empty.
And naked as a panicle
Clogged with mud by the countryside,
Blown with hoar frost,
Trembling, whistling vine bush.
Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable,
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.
Poems about autumn:
Athanasius Fet
IN AUTUMN
When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
Poems about autumn:
Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
Poems about autumn:
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...
Children's poems about autumn
E. Trutneva
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
A. Berlova
NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.
SEPTEMBER
Autumn got the colors
She needs a lot of coloring.
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray - the sky and puddles.
OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.
****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
Zhito harvested, mowed hay,
The suffering and the heat have departed.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Again, autumn stands at the yard.
Golden bales of straw
On currents on collective farms lie.
And guys dear friend
They rush to school.
****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson ...
It's good to roam with a basket
Along the edges and glades!
We go and under our feet
A rustle of gold is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
Smells like forest freshness.
And behind the foggy haze
A river glitters in the distance.
Spread on the glades
Autumn yellow silks.
Through the needles a cheerful beam
I penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!
On the mounds of handsome maples
Scarlet burst into flames ...
How many saffron milk caps
We'll collect in a day in the grove!
Autumn walks through the forests.
There is no better time than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.
Y. Kasparova
NOVEMBER
In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.
SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.
OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?
I. Tokmakova
SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they lie like a bright carpet under my feet.
Like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy ...
I throw leaves up at random -
I, too, can arrange a leaf fall!
AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks out into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
During the night the ground froze
All hazel in silver.
The belated ginger is squirming,
A broken branch is pressed.
On his chilled skin
Drops of light tremble.
Silence frightening disturbing
In a sensitively dormant forest
Moose roam cautious,
They gnaw at the bitter bark.
****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
Birch braids untwisted,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars flooded.
Willows drooped by the pond,
Aspens trembled
Oaks, always huge,
It's like they've gotten smaller.
Everything calmed down. Shrunk.
drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
Better for winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.
There are yellow leaves,
The leaves are red.
Let's put it in a bag
We are different leaves!
It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!
****
Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying
The day is merry.
Leading a kindergarten
Kids to school.
Our flowers have bloomed
The birds are flying.
You are going for the first time
Study in first grade.
sad dolls sit
On an empty terrace.
Our fun kindergarten
Remember in class.
Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We will be with you at school.
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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 for memorizing for children 4-6 years old and older. Poems will decorate the matinee and the autumn holiday in kindergarten. Our site also contains a selection of poems about autumn for kids and for children 7-9 years old.
Poems about autumn for memorization
The birds flew south
The birds flew south
So, autumn is in the yard.
Early in the morning we'll see
White frost on the grass.
The trees dropped their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like a cold mirror
Reflects clouds.
Golden leaves fall, fly
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.Blagina)
Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Clusters of mountain ash, spruce cones.
Hello our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.
Aspen
In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms
That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.
(R. Sef)
autumn song
The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
Autumn
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling.
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
(A. Pleshcheev)
Umbrella
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...
(M. Sidorova)
A fox passed under a bush
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves with her tail.
Fire climbed the branches
And the autumn forest blazed.
(N. Krasilnikov)
Outside the window autumn
Behind the window autumn
Leaf fall rustles,
The maple has shed all its leaves,
He seems to be sleeping.
And the birch bends
From the crazy wind
The rain is pouring from the clouds,
Summer has gone.
With my kitten
I sit by the window
Watch the call
A trickle from the rain.
(L. Aleinikova)
Rain, rain, listen
Rain, rain, you listen:
Don't walk barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears cold in a knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.
(V.Stepanov)
mischievous people
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)
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)
The birds are being escorted
The birds are being escorted
On the way to the forest:
long echo
Flying into the sky.
The birds are being escorted
Meadows on the way:
Herbs have grown
In big stacks.
Even after them
Like a wing
scarecrow waving
Empty sleeve.
(V. Stepanov)
Autumn is coming
Following the summer
Autumn is coming.
yellow songs
The wind sings to her
Red under your feet
spreading leaves,
white snowflake
Flying into the blue.
(V. Stepanov)
October
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
(V. Berestov)
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)
leaf fall
leaf fall,
Falling leaves!
Yellow birds fly...
Maybe it's not a bird
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to rest?
will rest,
Strength will be gained
And back to us
Will return.
(I. Bursov)
Autumn walks along the path
Autumn walks along the path
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light
Lost somewhere summer.
Autumn walks, autumn wanders,
The wind blew the leaves off the maple tree.
New carpet underfoot
Yellow-pink maple.
(V. Avdienko)
In the morning we go to the yard
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
(E. Trutneva)
Oak
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 hardened.
(Irina Tokmanova)
Autumn, autumn
Autumn, autumn.
Please visit!
autumn, autumn,
Stay for eight weeks:
With rich bread
With high sheaves
With leaf fall and rain
With a migratory crane.
(I. Surikov)
Autumn in the park
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)
Hedgehog
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 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)
Hello golden autumn!
Hello golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll paint a picture
To give to my grandfather.
Here is a birch, there is a mountain ash,
Christmas tree green.
Above the sky is blue
The sun is fun.
The sky was cloudy in the morning
The sky was cloudy in the morning
And everything seemed dull.
Autumn loves to cry
Rain on the ground.
Likes to rustle leaves
And pluck them from the trees.
(L. Lukanova)
hassle
It's still winter
But not for fun
Drags the squirrel into the bins
Berries, nuts...
Where to get sweets in winter
For kids
And for guests?
(V. Stepanov)
good sorceress
In a golden carriage
What about the playful horse
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything:
Bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Miracle is surprised.
Everything around sparkles
Everything spills over.
(Yu. Kapustina)
leaf fall
fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible.
- We are from maples ...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From bird cherry ...
- From oak ...
- From a birch ...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!
(Yu. Kapotov)
Grove golden
Autumn! The grove is golden!
golden, blue,
And flies over the grove
A flock of cranes.
High under the clouds
The geese are responding
With a distant lake, with fields
Forever goodbye.
(A. Alien)
Autumn
Mom is sad about something...
Maybe she forgot
How to ride in the rain
In his blue coat.
Just like a girl
Drops to the beat laughed loudly.
She needs to be reminded.
Come on, fun and friendly
We put on boots
And we run out into the rain.
One, two, three, four, five
Autumn we go to look for ...
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)
September
Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.
October
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?
November
In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.
(Yu. Kasparova)
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)
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)
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. Lessovaya)
autumn garden
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)
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)
Autumn
Cowberry ripens
The days got 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
White day is short.
Evenings are longer.
quail cries
Less and sadder
Autumn invisible
Came down to earth
bluish gray haze
Covered the sky...
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Autumn
Falling, falling leaves
Leaf fall in our garden.
yellow, red leaves
They curl in the wind, they fly.
Birds fly south
Geese, rooks, cranes.
Here is the last flock
Wings flapping in the distance.
Let's take a basket in our hands,
Let's go to the forest for mushrooms
Stumps and paths smell
Delicious autumn mushroom
(M. Ivensen)
It's autumn, friend
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)
Rustled underfoot
Rustled underfoot
Leaves with yellow sides.
It became damp, it became naked,
You have to get ready for school.
I barely have a notebook
Placed in my portfolio
Among the rowan berries,
maple and aspen leaves,
Acorns and russula…
And, probably, Olezhek,
My desk mate will ask:
"What is all this?" "It's Autumn"...
(T. Agibalova)
Autumn is coming
Gradually getting colder
And the days got shorter.
Summer is running fast
A flock of birds, flashing in the distance.
Already the rowans have turned red,
The grass has become withered
Appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.
In the morning the fog swirls
Motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
Like a hot summer day.
But the wind barely blows
And autumn leaves
Flickers in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
(I. Butrimova)
Summer has passed
Summer, giving away warmth,
Bored and gone.
The wind tore the leaves
And scattered under my feet.
The sun hid behind the clouds
Gray day bored with rain.
And for some reason crying, crying -
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(V. Gvozdev)
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)
Autumn
Autumn at the edge of the paint bred,
On the foliage quietly brushed:
The hazel turned yellow and the maples blushed,
In autumn purple, only green oak.
Autumn comforts:
- Do not regret the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!
(3. Fedorovskaya)
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)
autumn wind
Someone walks at the gate -
That will touch the branch
That will collect blades of grass
And throw it up.
That will begin to bend the mountain ash
At a crowded dacha,
Here he began to blow into the puddle,
Like hot tea.
And does not freeze without a coat
On a chilly blue evening...
This someone is nobody
He is the autumn wind.
(L. Derbenev)
Carpet tracks
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane hushed up the conversation.
On the paths where the summer ran,
Multi-colored carpet lay down.
The sparrow was sad outside the window,
Unusually quiet at home.
On autumn carpets
Winter is slowly coming.
(V. Orlov)
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.
The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.
The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
(E. Arsenina)
Sad time! Oh charm!
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)
On the road, on the path
On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.
The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.
In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
(L. Nelyubov)
Autumn miracle
It's autumn now, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings mournfully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true
Having fun kids:
Miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
(N. Samoniy)
In October
The gray day is shorter than the night
Cold water in the river
Frequent rain wets the ground
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold arrives
Houses are warming up.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
Autumn
autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.
There are yellow leaves,
The leaves are red.
Let's put it in a bag
We are different leaves!
It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!
(O.Vysotskaya)
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