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Hello, Mother Winter! Beautiful poems about winter. Poems for children on the theme "winter" Short winter poems

Winter knocked on the door,
Children are happy about the snow:
Sleds, slides and skates -
Simply heavenly days!

poet Flower

White snowflakes, light fluffs,
It’s like sparks are burning in the guys’ palms.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.

N. Goncharov

Mom, don't be afraid that I'll get sick!
Mom, don’t be afraid that I’ll get a sore throat!
Let the flu tremble, let the virus be afraid:
I'm flying down the hill on a sled!!

poet Flower

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

G. Novitskaya

The snow is falling quietly,
Winter has come, my friend!
We play, we have fun,
And we are not afraid of frost!

Christmas trees, toys, a lot of gifts -
Well, finally, New Year!
Children are happy, adults are happy too:
“He came and left again...”

poet Flower

You can play snowballs
You can take the “baba” for a ride.
If only there was a janitor in the morning
The snow wasn't shoveled out of the yard!

poet Flower

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

S. Ostrovsky

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

S. Ostrovsky

An icicle in winter is tastier than Chupa Chups,
Mom, don’t argue, I’m right!
In the evening - cough, throat - hoarse?
Well, this is not forever!

poet Flower

Mom, work, why are you ringing?
I won’t freeze, I won’t fall,
Well, it’s okay if I break the sled,
The main thing is: I’ll come to eat!

poet Flower

Don't wake up mom in the morning, mom sleeps on Sunday!
Pull on your jacket and hat... if you forgot your mittens -
Then she will call you!

poet Flower

“I want to overeat with candy,
I want a cool bike like this!”
I am writing to the one who brings gifts at night,
Do you hear, Santa, Russian snow grandfather?

poet Flower

Dumplings, dumplings with cabbage, mushrooms,
What won’t fit into you in the summer, no way,
With hot borscht and delicious sour cream
In winter, eating two plates is a trifle!

poet Flower

The stream gurgles under the bridge,
He knocks on the ice with his fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Did you close the door and take away the key?

E. Kokhan

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?

V. Berestov

Light white snow
So similar to cottage cheese!
I just won’t eat it,
After all, snowflakes are a miracle!

A. Romanova

Snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
I also looked under the awnings,
He rested in peace on the house,
And we realized: winter.

When is it ever so slippery?
When else is it so snowy?
Christmas trees are dressed in winter
Beautiful and so gentle.

poet Flower

It gets so cold in winter
That even Christmas trees are wrapped in fur coats.
The boys should all wear it, although it’s annoying,
Scarves and mittens are very necessary!

poet Flower

Fields, trees, rivers sleep,
Bears and hedgehogs sleep.
Only bunnies in warm fur coats
They don't go to bed until spring.

poet Flower

Pines - in warm hats,
There are Christmas trees - everyone is wearing fur coats.
So, every day it’s not for nothing that mom
She wraps up her boys in winter.

poet Flower

It's such a shame to be sick when it's school holidays.
And when all your friends are on the street!
Mom, treat me with all the medicines,
Today I agree to be smart!

poet Flower

Tea with raspberries is very useful.
Especially if your nose is dripping.
It's also useful to listen to your mother.
And dress warmly in the cold!

poet Flower

There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.

A. Brodsky

That's it, I'm full! I can’t see the cake and sweets anymore!
But it’s still a pity that you can overeat with sweets
Only one night a year!

poet Flower

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

K.Bilić

Yalinka - beauty, like a girl's braid -
Green, thin, dovga.

poet Flower

How to learn a poem with your child

How nice it is to listen to a child read poetry. And if the child is also happy to teach them, then the parents simply cannot be happier with their child. However, not all children are so happy to learn poems. And parents sometimes give up, not knowing what to do, how to force their baby to learn the verse assigned at school.

The first thing the child does is immediately try to justify himself, constantly repeating that he doesn’t want to or can’t. Some, without saying anything, begin to go about their business. The reason, naturally, is the reluctance to learn a large amount of information. This is a kind of protective reaction of the child’s brain so that there is no overload.

But in any matter you can find an approach. There are also methods for studying poetry. Before forcing your child to start studying, calm your little one down. Tell your child that if he doesn’t want to learn the poem, then no one will force him. Tell your baby that you will tell him a story, and he will have to repeat your story after you. And most importantly, do not overwork the child yourself. Learn two lines a day. For the first time, this will be enough so as not to overload the baby’s brain and not frighten him. And it’s easier for your child to repeat such a small amount of text after you.

Then you need to talk with the child and find out if there are words or phrases that the baby does not understand or the meaning of which he does not know. If the child cannot repeat them, just listen to which words he pronounces incorrectly, or maybe does not pronounce the line with this word at all. Explain to your child the meaning of a word or phrase, giving examples that are more understandable to your child.

As soon as all the words are clear to the young reader, begin studying. Start with the first line, repeating it until the baby pronounces it completely without your help. Only then can you proceed to the second. Study the second line in the same way as the first until the child repeats it completely without a single hesitation. Connect the first and second lines and repeat them several times until the child can repeat it again without your help. Next comes the third line, then the fourth, and so on until the end of the poem. It is by following this sequence that the child will learn the poem without putting much strain on the brain.

There is another way to study the poem. It is worth using if the first method does not help. Then it’s worth, as they say, to take it by storm, i.e. repeat lines repeatedly to the child until he can repeat them on his own. Pretend that you are reading for yourself, but the child should sit next to you. Repeat the poem at least three times, and then break it into lines and repeat them over and over again. In this matter, your personal attitude towards poetry is of no small importance. Therefore, be interested in this activity yourself and show your child that you like this activity. Always, whether you read one line or the entire poem, do it with expression, convey the mood of the poem. Do not reprimand the poem, but read it with the right intonation.

Studying poems helps develop the child’s memory, and the second method allows you to memorize several lines at a time.

To avoid difficult acquaintance with poetry in the future, accustom your child to them from birth. Periodically read him poems, riddles in poetic form, and various children's nursery rhymes. If a mother accustoms her baby to rhymes from birth, the child’s memory will develop much better. Also, during this time, the child gets used to rhymes and in the future, if a situation arises, there will be no problems with studying poetry. The child will be happy to please his family by reading the next poem.

You can learn rhymes in a playful way. This will make it much more interesting for the child, and he won’t even notice how quickly he learns the poem. To do this, take a ball that you throw to the baby, saying a line of verse each time. After the baby repeats this line, he throws the ball back to you. Then you say the second line and so on until the end of the poem. Sometimes you can change the course of the game, and when the poem becomes clear to the baby, you can throw a ball for each word that the child repeats, throwing the ball back to you.

You can draw poems, presenting them in one picture, or make a book of sketches based on this poem. And you might end up cute))). A children's verse will also look very beautiful on mom, grandma, dad...

If you really want your child to love poetry and not be scared by rhymes, use them as often as possible in everyday life. These could be lines from songs, words from cartoons, or you can come up with new ones yourself. Periodically use your rhymes when talking with your child. Then in the future, when a child is asked to learn a poem at school or kindergarten, this will not be news for the child and it will not be difficult for you to learn these few lines.

Amazing girl Diana (6 years old) reads a wonderful poem

Poems about winter for children in a light, interesting form convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun and New Year's holidays. Snowballs made from snow-white fluffy snow, making snowmen, sliding down the slides are entertainments that children adore.

Kids quickly remember the understandable rhymes of poems about winter for children, which they can recite during a children's New Year's party or family meeting. Colorful lines will help you spend frosty evenings with benefit, giving a good mood not only to the kids, but also to you, dear parents.

Who will warm the sun?

Everyone is cold in winter,
They run to the house quickly.
The sun remains.
Who will warm him?

It used to warm me up
We were glad to see the sun.
And now they admire
Snowfall dance.

I'll draw the sun
In my album,
And as if it will become
Lighten up the house.

I'll write a note -
I already know how to:
Don't be sad, sunshine!
I'll warm you.

White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.

Snow everywhere

There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing near the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.

Black ice

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!

The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.

Zimushka-winter

In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter,
The wind beats its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy white.
And the frost erects arches
Above the forest path.

Getting angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers the nose.
Both people and machines
There's no time for beauty now.
Both people and machines
Noses covered.

We are snowflakes

We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We don't mind spinning around.
We are ballerina snowflakes
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out to be a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees
The roofs were covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And they saved us from the cold.

First snow

In the trees, in the alleys
The snow flies whiter than flour,
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hands
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
He makes everyone so happy.

It came to us
One letter
It was strange.
Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From pure ice,
But the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly to the snowstorm,
I'll dance and spin,
I'll cover the ground with snow,
And trees, and houses...–
And signed:
"Winter"

Winter has come

Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.

Snow family

Snowy grandfather near the house
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We began to run at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: “Boredom!”
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

Three on a snowy clearing

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

Let's go build a snowman...

Let's go build a snowman!
Let's take a bucket, carrots, and a broom!
Let's go ice skating!
Let's go on a slide!

Let's go outside to play in the snow!
Just dress warmly!
There are mittens on the stove - take them!
Let your hands warm with warmth!

Let's not miss out -
An opportunity to become a child for a moment!
And it’s time to stop growing old -
He will lose to us in this race!

Winter can't last forever!
And there is still snow, for now!
Everything in our life is fleeting!
Let's go build a snowman!

Frosty morning

The sun seems to warm
It shines joyfully in the morning.
Floating in the clear sky
Without meeting the clouds.

Everything around is in radiant light,
Loud chirping here and there.
It's like we're talking about summer
Despite all the cold.

Only steam when talking,
Yes blush on the cheeks
The morning cold will not be hidden
In gilded rays.

Magic night

Trees in the garden in the frost, like in a fairy tale
Frozen in a deep silver sleep.
And the branches that lost their colors in the fall
Covered in snow, they glisten in the moonlight.

The laughter of children on the sled can be heard.
Bright lights flicker in the sky.
Round dances in fancy masks circle
Neighbors at the spruce tree, in the burning window.

Snow garden

Opening the windows wider
Early morning in October
Boundlessly surprised
I stood there for two minutes!

I stood spellbound
Admiring the beauty,
What's behind the window frame
She shone before me!

Instead of golden leaves
On the trees between the branches,
The snow sparkled silver
Infinity of lights!

Everything is shrouded in sparkling
A snow-white veil,
Illuminating with a bright shine
The autumn garden is icy!

Poems about winter for children help to tell your child about the charm of winter in an interesting and easy way. Children listen to poems with pleasure and learn them easily. Winter is the most beautiful time of the year and it is no coincidence that so many poems have been written about winter.

Poems about winter are short and beautiful

These short and beautiful poems help show your child the mesmerizing beauty of winter. It will not be difficult for even the youngest children to learn them.

The stars began to spin,
They began to lie down on the ground.
No, not stars, but fluffs,
not fluff, but snowflakes!

Soon, soon New Year!
Soon Santa Claus will come.
He brings us gifts
And he asks us to read poetry.

When I was eating an icicle,
It was delicious.
And when I got sick -
It became very sad...

Oh, you winter-winter!
White fluffy snow
Scattered it all over the houses
And the ice is clean.
And sparkle in silence
White snowflakes,
And draws on the window
Santa Claus pictures.

Poems about the New Year

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Our favorite snowman
His head completely drooped:
The hare carried it into the forest at night
He has a carrot nose!
Don't be sad, snowman,
We will help you in trouble instantly,
We'll give you a new nose,
The nose is good, the nose is spruce!

We tear off the calendar, January begins.
In January, in January there is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow on the roof, on the porch,
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house -
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

Spinning easily and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
The snow fell thick and white at night -
The room is bright from the snow.
The flying fluff is a little powdery,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day - fuller and better,
Fuller and better New Year...

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

Poems about winter for children 4-5 years old

There is frosty frost on the glass,
How many dashes and lines!
I'm the only one who knows
Who's standing there at the window?
The Snow Maiden breathes on the glass
And diligently writes letters,
She moves her finger herself:
“C” - snowflakes, “3” - winter.

Frost on glass
I drew patterns.
In soft silver
Cats and fences
People and houses
Lanterns, boulevards...
The wipers are sweeping
Sad sidewalks.
And they grumble under their breath:
“The sky is leaking!”
Zimushka-winter
Covered with snow.

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Poems about winter for children 5-6 years old

The hedgehog looks at the snowflakes.
“These,” he thinks, “are hedgehogs...
White, spiny
And besides, they are volatile.”

Spider on a web
He also looks at the snowflakes:
“Look how brave
These flies are white!”

The hare looks at the snowflakes:
“These are hare fluffs...
Apparently the hare is covered in fluff -
He's scratching his fur coat upstairs."

A boy looks at snowflakes:
“Perhaps these are funny things?..”
He won't understand why
He's having a lot of fun.

How much snow has fallen!
Everything around is white and white!
The snow is spinning, the snow is sparkling,
It falls softly under your feet.
And we can’t count the snowflakes,
And there are six rays in each!
Who drew the pattern?
The one who bound the river with ice.
Who pinches our cheeks and nose?
Well, of course, it's frosty.
He, the prankster, played a prank,
Turned the city into a fairy tale!
Get the sleigh quickly
And let's go up the hill with us!
We are not afraid of frost,
Let's take a walk and have some fun!
We'll come to mom wet,
And we’ll fall asleep happy.

Snow sparkles in the sun
Silver cloth!
We can’t sit with our friends -
There's plenty to do outside!
Play hockey at the skating rink
And have a snow fight,
It's fun to slide down the hill
Friendly, fun, in a crowd!
Break a bouquet of rowan berries
And, laughing, dive into a snowdrift!
And then... crystal frost
Gently shake off the branches.

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

Poems about winter for children 6-7 years old

White fluffy snow
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.

And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.

Dark forest - what a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...

God's days are short
The sun shines little
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls perfectly,
Why is no one happy?

Winter sings and echoes...
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.

And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds.
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window...

White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

And if you and your child like to hold books in your hands and turn the pages, I recommend paying attention to these children’s books with poems about winter and the New Year:

Zimushka-winter
Tatyana Bokova

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind's wings knock on sleepy houses.
Squares and parks bloom in snowy whiteness.
And the frost erects arches over the forest path.

I'm coming!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled."

Meeting winter
I.S. Nikitin

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean,
In yards and houses
The snow lies like a sheet
And the sun shines
Multi-colored fire.

Winter evening
A. S. Pushkin

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Winter morning
A.S. Pushkin

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

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

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. -

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

At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.

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

Bullfinches
A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.

I know what I need to come up with
Agniya Barto

I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.

I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.

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

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

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

New Year's miracle
Shakirov Shamil

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

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

Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.

And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…

Is the winter sun shining?
On him your ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.

New Year's dreams
Shakirov Shamil

White flakes fly and fly,
This winter leaves its mark.
You can see a winter's tale
And sweet New Year's dreams.
If you believe in winters
Fairytale world,
You can understand and see again
Old dreams.
White flakes fly and fly,
Understand the story...

Tricky sled
I. Bursov

My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
He was carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.

Three
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, Lights in the distance...
Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, lights in the distance;
Crystals glitter on the frozen walls.
Silver fluff hung from the eyelashes into the eyes,
The silence of the cold night occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps, and everything grows numb, just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself is timid to breathe in the cold.

How many different hats!
Emma Moshkovskaya

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

Blue and white
Frantisek Grubin

White winter. Everything is covered in frost.
The snow woman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snow woman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, weirdo, I don’t need warmth.
I live in peace with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and frost?
The ground is white. The sky is blue.

Sled
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

With the arrival of the cold
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the arrival of cold
Have the tracks become crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glass was installed in the windows.

Winter has brightened up...
M. Pozharov

Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

Feed the birds
A. Yashin

Feed the birds in winter!
Let it come from all over
They will flock to you like home,
Flocks on the porch.
Their food is not rich.
I need a handful of grain
One handful - and not scary
It will be winter for them.
It’s impossible to count how many of them die,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And it's warm for the birds.
How can we forget:
They could fly away
And they stayed for the winter
Together with people.
Train your birds in the cold
To your window
So that you don’t have to go without songs
Let's welcome spring!

Winter sings and echoes
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.

And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.

Locomotive
Semyon Ostrovsky

I'm rolling like a steam locomotive -
A pair of legs instead of wheels.
The guy is strong - first class...
From under the cap there is a pair of eyes.
Emits mouth and nose
Puffs of steam. White steam.
Into a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.

Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowing, it’s freezing...
V. Alexandrov

Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing,
Sweeps, twists, winds,
Burns with frost, suffocates with ice,
Drives you into a hot house.
A flashy Christmas tree
It will almost fly into the house like a dragonfly.
Will fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will flow.

What a breeze!
Walter De la Mare

What a breeze! What a breeze!
How strong and cheerful!
Hung up the snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where in the summertime
There is a gentle meadow in daisies,
Nowadays a snowy veil
Everything around me was drawn in.
Waiting for the sunrise
Under the huge moon
Nature sparkles and sparkles
Silver and gray.
Everything was covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose turning red?

It's getting cold
Agniya Barto

The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!

Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.

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

Freezing day...
Valentin Berestov

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

And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And what a miracle: she has already appeared.
And not a single branch will sway,
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

"Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!" -
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.

Favorite winter
Larisa Kasimova

Beautiful winter
It's freezing outside.
I'll get dressed quickly
And as warm as possible!
I'll put on gloves
My mother knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I will pull stubbornly.
The whole lake is covered in ice,
The trees turn silver
And everything around is covered in snow,
And I'll go for a ride.
I'll ski down
Quickly from the steep mountain,
I'll go sledding
And, falling, I will warm myself.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times of the year
Where the rain comes unexpectedly.
When the mushrooms grow
And the buds swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
It may be cold, but still
Blush, more fun,
It looks like a holiday!

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The master was cold for tricks.
And turned into snow
I answered trick with trick.
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a laugh!

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

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

V. Leikin

And quietly dreams about summer:

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I’m wasting them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

Winter is the most fun
Sasha Cherny

Winter is the most fun
Sit by the stove by the red coals,
Eat hot flatbreads,
Climb into a snowdrift with boot tops,
Skate around the entire pond
And immediately fall into bed.

Spring is the most fun time
Scream among the green fields
Sitting on a hill with a Barboska
And think about white winter,
Fluffy willows to break
And throw stones into the lake.

And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
While swimming, surf the wave,
Chasing a squirrel from pine to pine,
Lighting fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field...

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

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.

Winter forest
Semyon Ostrovsky

Autumn gilded the forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding has disappeared.

Winter wonders
Alexandra Myasoedova

Everyone at home is wearing white hats.
Here! Winter has returned to us!
How many miracles are there in winter?
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
And frost on the window,
And shadows on the wall.
And the snow sparkles in the sun,
And if it’s spring, then it melts in the sun.
Puddles form.
The cold will subside
And with sadness I look into the distance
Have a wonderful winter...
What a pity!
It was like a dream.

Winter colors
V. Fetisov

Winter has prepared
Paints everything for everyone herself.
Field - the best white,
Zoryam - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sparkles.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
Like an artist, he paints in different ways:
whoever plays paints it red.
Who is afraid to move -
Blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint it differently!

Winter morning
Victor Lunin

The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
To the lake close
In the low sky.
The paths are hidden, whitewashed
Delicate lace,
Light, snowy.
And the sparrow, little bird,
A small, unreasonable bird,
He wants to hide from the snowstorm,
He wants to hide, but doesn’t know how.
And the wind whirls it across the sky,
And carries him to a pure little pole,
From the slope, into the darkness of the forest...
It's bitter, poor little bird!
The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
- I hid all the paths so as not to pass through.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around...

Winter handicraft
E. Yavetskaya

Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:

I sewed, knitted and was very tired!

Winter
I. Surikov

It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.

Winter
Petr Komarov

It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox with a fluffy tail.

Winter
E. Rusakov

Winter evening
Mikhail Isakovsky

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

While the winter evening is short,
She leaned over the table:
Either you write or you read,
What are you thinking about?

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

Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
All the roads are empty
Your friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.

The snowstorm covered the paths, -
It's not easy to get through.
But there's fire in your window
Visible very far away.

I walked along the swamp in winter
Daniil Kharms

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

I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his feet,
He sat down, jumped up and disappeared.

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

This will be a cat's house
M. Lapisova

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

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets
Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.

Wonderful picture
Afanasy Fet

Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,

The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

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

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. -

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

At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.

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

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The master was cold for tricks.
Frost said: “Enough tears!” -
And turned into snow
It rained for the third day in a row.
I answered trick with trick.
My trick is called "Sleight of Hand".
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a laugh!

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

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
I decided to get into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Soon he climbed towards them through the window.
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

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

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow,
Here the bunny turns white.
He didn’t jump to the south, but climbed into a hole,
So tell me, what is he interested in?
Risking your small body?
The fox will hide in the white snow
And he sits like a snowdrift. And I don't think so.
And quietly dreams about summer:
How he will jump on the green meadow
In a light green fur coat.

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Winter is the most fun

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

Winter handicraft
E. Yavetskaya

Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Oh, spring would come soon...

Winter
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy swirling in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
The dark forest covered itself with a wonderful cap
And he fell asleep under her soundly, soundly...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Now the frosts have arrived - and winter has come.
The toiling peasant pulled out his sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
The peasant has been waiting for winter and cold for a long time,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not blow snow.
He is now calm - everything is covered,
And he is not afraid of the angry frost.

This will be a cat's house
M. Lapisova

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

Lucky so lucky
Kindness Nastya

Outside the window it’s white and white,
There was a lot of snow.
To all the girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Skis in your feet, poles in your hands,
They are not bored today.
Right from early morning
The kids ran away.

Some on the hill, some on the tower,
Fresh air is better than a book!
Who has his own hobby,
The one with the skates at the skating rink.

Sleds are no different these days,
They rush all the way to the pond.
Be careful guys
There is melt water in the river!

Someone's fortresses made of snow
Protects against raids
Someone is making snow women -
A winter day is full of fun.

Outside the window it’s white and white,
There was a lot of snow.
To all the girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

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

Sledging
Kvitko L. M.

I feel warm in my earflaps!
I grab the sled
I'm climbing the mountain,
I'm flying downhill.
Empty for me
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rocking!
Suddenly the sled rushed...
My earflaps are missing.
She fell into the snow!
I fall too.
The sleigh continues to race,
They spin around merrily.
Rope in the snow
Coils like a snake.
I found a ushanka
I'm catching up with the sled,
I'm climbing the mountain,
I'm flying downhill.
Empty for me
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rocking!

Freezing
Kvitko L. M.

I ran over the fence
And Frost stands and waits,
He walked next to me -
Not a step behind.
Our shirts are in the yard
They dance on a rope with the wind.
I'm running - Frost is behind me!
Frost attacked the linen,
Sharp icy dust
Got through him.
He grabbed it and made it hard -
And the laundry froze.
Place it on the snow - it won't fall.
Push it - it will go.
I pushed just barely -
The sheet went first
And the shirt walked
Sleeves spread out.
And little tailor Frost
It stings the cheeks, cuts the nose.
The wind rushed towards
He jumped on my shoulders.
The wind is an icy rider -
He whistles loudly behind his back.
Frozen spruce trees are cracking,
The sleigh creaks in the snow.

On the rink
Kvitko L. M.

Rush, rush,
rush, rush,
To meet the wild wind,
So that it rings
So that it carries
Let your cheeks burn!
Roll out early
Both on a sled and without a sled,
On the logs,
On a log
On the knees,
On the back,
If only down, if only into the snow,
If only I could move out before everyone else!
Sends frost, snow and blizzards
Getting kids out of bed.
It's boring in the field alone,
We will sing him a song:
"Mischievous and brave,
White-white-white
You come from beyond the mountains
They drag us out into the yard.
You are with us all winter -
You're racing after the sleigh,
You pinch your ears painfully,
You dry all the roads.
On the ponds, by the river
You built us skating rinks
He spread them wide and far,
Made as strong as steel!

First snow
Hamal Gella

It snowed late at night
First-first.
He surprised everyone in the morning
White-white.
Dad came out to the door:
- Well done!
It's winter snowball
Brought it.
Mom sees snow in the garden:
- Oh and ah!
And which ones will I wear now?
Boots?
Leshka came out early:
- Snow! Hooray!
Get skates and sleds
It's time!
Cat-cat looks out the window
On the road:
“Someone spilled milk...
so many!"

Here comes winter
(V. Kalinkin)

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

The guys came out
From kindergarten.
First snowball -
It's a joy for the kids.

Curling in the street
Light fluff
Children admire:
How good!

FREEZING DAY
(P. Obraztsov)

The frost is crackling. The rivers froze.
Birch trees by the river are trembling.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
The coals are crackling.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In the cozy warmth of the room
Subtle patterns will melt
On painted glass.

Snow
(A. Barto)

Snow, snow is spinning
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.

Pie
(P. Voronko)

Snow was falling on the threshold.
The cat made himself a pie.
In the meantime, I sculpted and baked,
The pie flowed away like a stream.
Bake your own pies,
Not from dough - from flour.

We were sledding
(L. Dyakonov)

We rode on a sled -
And said goodbye
and met...
We said goodbye to winter!
We met spring!

Sledging

In warm fur coats and earflaps
Snowy winter times
Kids on a fast sled
A steep mountain rushes like a whirlwind.

Children's faces in the wind
They flared up like red.
Let the prickly snow gather dust,
Let the angry frost be angry -
The guys don't care!

Sled
(S. Ostrovsky)

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Wizard
(K. Bilych)

Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!

(I. Surikov)

White caps on white birches
White bunny on white snow.
White pattern on the branches from frost.
I'm skiing on white snow!

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

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter?
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!

Zimushka-winter
(M. Plyatskovsky)

The skis are going down the hill - closer, closer!
The sleigh goes down the hill - on its own, on its own!
Children's fun - left, right!
There is an echo of laughter, laughter!
So much snow is falling - from the sky, from the sky!
There is frost on the trees - blue, blue!
Rushing down a snowy hill is happiness, happiness!

The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.

Snowball
(N. Nekrasov)

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

(V. Bokov)

Winter is white
The wires are thin.
Quit what you're doing
Put on your skates!
Monogram devils,
Start dancing.
Winter is not winter
If you don't ride.

Winter in the forest
(N. Goncharov)

It's become noticeable
Navigated.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pine trees
On the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And got tangled in the branches
Violent snowstorms.

Winter
(A. Krylov)

Klen shakes his head:
- Give me the mittens!
– Congratulations on winter! –
The tits whistled.

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

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

And the magpie is at the gate
Spreads rumors
What are they flying into our garden?
Blue flies!

Only such a gossip
We no longer believe.
There's a lot of frost outside -
Close the doors.

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

He is not a sledder
And he doesn't ski.
It only warms the paws.
He can do this!

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

It has long been proven that memorizing poetry perfectly trains children's memory, and this will help the child throughout the entire learning process, no matter where it takes place - either in kindergarten, or at school, or in higher educational institutions. Moreover, a good memory has never hurt anyone!
We bring to your attention a selection of poems about winter for schoolchildren, as well as short poems for preschoolers and primary schoolchildren. In a word - for children of all ages.

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SHORT POEMS ABOUT WINTER

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
Tatyana Bokova

In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter,
The wind beats its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy white.
And the frost erects arches
Above the forest path.

SLED
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

THREE
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

WINTER HAS COME
I. Chernitskaya

I DON'T WASTE TEARS
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

WIZARD
K. Bilic

Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!

***
Oh, the frost is angry:
The branches are covered with snow,
He grabs you by the nose and pinches you to tears.
The kids are not afraid
They go skiing and sledding,
They make fun of the frost.

***
- Winter, winter, winter!
Where have you been?
- She carried the cold in the bag,
The snow was shaking on the ground,
My legs and arms were chilling,
She brought a cold into the house,
All the paths are covered
And I collected snowdrifts.

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

***
Along the streets
A blizzard is sweeping,
White snow is everything
Carried by drifting snow.

***
All the lakes, all the streams froze,
The rivers became fast and wide.
White snow fell:
Oh, the snowdrifts are deep.
On the roads -
Don't pass, don't pass!

***
Winter has come,
Harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
I brought out a path,
The ice on the river has been swept away,
Connected to the shore
Chained to the ground!
Small guys
Yes lovely girls
She sat me down on the sled,
Yes, she rolled down the mountain!

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

SNOW MAN
I. Demyanov

Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snow woman
They made it near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass
No one will pass.
Adults and children admire her,
Horny hair
The wind blows at her.
She's familiar
Already for all the children,
And Zhuchka keeps barking:
- A stranger is in the yard!

FREEZING
Valentin Berestov

“Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!” -
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.

SNOWBALL
Zinaida Alexandrova

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

WINTER IS NEAR
T. Dmitriev

Light snowflakes flutter.
The pine trees across the river are turning grey.
The crow croaked from the vine:
“Winter, winter is not far!”
But I myself know no worse,
I'm already getting ready for the skating rink.
Just in case in every puddle
I'm testing the strength of the ice.

SNOWFLAKES
I. Bursov

Light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Spinning, spinning
Above the table by the light bulb.
We gathered for the light.
Where should they go?
They too, icy,
I want to warm up.

PUPPY AND SNOW
L. Dyakonov

The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn’t understand anything.
- Where do so many white flies come from?
Has it crowded into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?..
He opened his mouth - and grabbed the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
He chews and chews, but here’s the problem!
There is only water on the tongue.
The puppy was completely embarrassed
And he went back to the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, he was just small
And I saw snow for the first time...

WE SNOWFLAKES

SNOW EVERYWHERE
A. Brodsky

I'M GOING!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!”
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled.”

WINTER JOY
G. Ladonshchikov

White snow-snowball
It burns, it stings,
Come out, my friend,
Beyond the outskirts.
There's a snowy mountain there
Powdered,
There was a ski track yesterday
Paved by me.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest,
We'll bring it home
Winter joy.

***
V. Orlov

Getting angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers the nose.
Both people and machines
There's no time for beauty now.
Both people and machines
Noses covered.

AND THE FROST IS NOT SCARY
B. Belash

The city was covered with snow,
Frost hung like lace...
From porch to fence
Boris clears the snow.
And with a shovel in his hands
Next to him is Marinka.
The heat burns on the cheeks -
The path is getting longer and longer.
And my ears are not cold,
How the frost doesn't get angry
If only for kids
I want to work.

ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY
Samuel Marshak

Open the calendar -
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY
Samuel Marshak

The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
It curls like a snake on the ground
Light drifting snow.
Above the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft flights.
Glory to the dear army
On her birthday!

***
- For whom are you singing, blizzard,
With silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.

ICY
Valentin Berestov

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!

SNOWFALL
Valentin Berestov

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?

SNEGIRI
A. Prokofiev

RESULTING IN THE MORNING...
V. Mezinov

Reluctantly in the morning
Winter was busy -
Fallen leaves
I was sweeping in the garden.
Then off to work
Got it hot
And covered it with ice
Quiet stream.

After,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
Fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pine trees
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until spring.

LET THE SNOW GET WARMER
I. Melnichuk

Oleg doesn’t go for a walk,
Can't handle snow:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mumbles, “
Let the snow become warmer”

LETTER
I. Pivovarova

It came to us
One letter
It was strange.

Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From pure ice,
But the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly to the snowstorm,
I'll dance and spin,
I'll cover the ground with snow,
And trees, and houses...–
And signed:
"WINTER"

WITH THE ARRIVAL OF COLD
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the arrival of cold
Have the tracks become crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glass was installed in the windows.

WINTER HAS COME
V. Fetisov

At night the wind howled like a wolf
And he hit the roof with a stick.
In the morning we looked out the window,
There's a magical movie:
Rolled out the white canvas
Sketched some bright stars
And hats for home
Winter has come.

LIKE ON A HILL, ON A MOUNTAIN
A. Prokofiev

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!

THIS IS SNOW!
G. Sapgir

Early-early
Snow.
The man was surprised:
"This is snow?
Can't be!
Outside?
Can't be!
On the grass?
Can't be!
In October?
Can't be!
Is it really snow?!” -
The man didn't believe it.

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
A. Prokofiev

On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.

Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.

SNOWMAN
V. Egorov

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

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

SNOWMAN
D. Chuyako

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

THIS IS SNOW!
V. Simonov

Who's that over there on the hill?
You won’t even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
Doesn't look like Yegorka.

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

SNOWFALL
I. Vasilevsky

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

FIRST SNOW
I. Melnichuk

SO FROST!
N. Aseev

It's so cold!
Takes you by the nose
Brings me to tears!
Such bitter frost
Stuck,
Stuck, bored.
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Cover your nose -
It has grown to the eyebrows.
It's so cold!
Healthy,
It's crunching
Expensive.

SNOWFLAKES
M. Rodina

At my sister's, at Marinka's,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Lo and behold, there are no snowflakes in sight!
Who took the snowflakes?
At my Marinka's?

NAMELO-NAVIUZHILO
N. Goncharov

All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pine trees
On the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And got tangled in the branches
Violent snowstorms.

OLEG IS SURPRISED
V. Kudlachev

Oleg is surprised:
- Why is there snow on the roof?
You won't ride on the roof
Neither sledding nor skiing.

IN THE FROST
Valentina Lanzetti

Snow outside and cold.
The puddle is filled with strong ice.
Timid from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reaching for houses:
- Can I warm up with you?

ON THE HILL
N. Gorodetskaya

Go around all the yards -
There's no better mountain to be found.
Carefully! Beware!
The kids are rushing down
Standing, sitting, on my knees,
On cardboards and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh-ho-ho, look for yourself,
What a miracle this sleigh is:
The five of us barely sat down,
And they rushed with the breeze!
In a straight line until the turn,
Someone was left behind...
We hit a snowdrift:
Whoever made it on his side - bang!

WHERE IS MY FINGER?
N. Sakonskaya

Masha put on her mitten:
- Oh, where am I going?!
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house.

Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search and search and you will find.
Hello, little finger! How are you?

***
M. Vainilaitis

***
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.

The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.

BIRCH
Sergey Yesenin

***
Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
die in the cold.

WINTER IS DECORATED
M. Pozharov

On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

***
Fedor Tyutchev

Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.

WINTER
Petr Komarov
It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox with a fluffy tail.

***
Afanasy Fet

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

***
Afanasy Fet

Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,

The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

DECREASED HUT
Alexander Blok

Dilapidated hut
It's all covered in snow.
Grandma-old lady
Looking out the window.
To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.

Fun for the kids
Fast sled run...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...
There will be a snow house
Frisky game...
My fingers will get cold, -
It's time to go home!
Tomorrow we'll have tea,
They look out the window -
And the house has already melted,
It's spring outside!

WINTER EVENING
A. S. Pushkin

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.

Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.

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

Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?

Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth

The heart will be more cheerful.

Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

***
A.S. Pushkin

What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.

And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...

WINTER MORNING
A. S. Pushkin

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

WOLF
Sasha Cherny

The whole village sleeps in the snow.
No goo-goo. The month disappeared for the night.
Snow is blowing.
The kids are all on the ice,
On the pond. The sleighs squeal together -
Let's go in a row!
Some are in the harness, some are the rider.
The wind is sideways. Our convoy has expanded
To the birches.
Suddenly the front line shouts:
“Devils, stop!” The sleds stopped, the laughter stopped.
“Brothers, wolf!..”
Wow, how they sprayed back!
Like hail. Scattering everything from the pond - who goes where.
Where is the wolf? Yes, it's a dog -
Our Barbos! Laughter, roar, laughter and talk: “Oh, wolf!”

DECREASED HUT
Alexander Blok

The dilapidated hut is covered in snow.
An old grandmother looks out of the window.
The snow is knee-deep for the naughty grandchildren.
It's fun for the kids to run fast on a sled...

They run, laugh, make a snow house,
Voices are heard loudly all around...
There will be a frisky game in the snow house...
Your fingers will get cold, it’s time to go home!

Tomorrow they'll drink tea and look out the window -
And the house has melted, it’s spring outside!
The evening is quiet and frosty...
The evening is quiet and frosty.
Only there is no snow.
The stars turned on outside the window,
The lights in the house were turned off.

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

ON SKATES
Sasha Cherny

I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! So I slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
The ice crunched and quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! down a slippery slope...
One and two! funny legs...
One-two! forward and forward...

WINTER
Victor Lunin

In the picture of winter
Everything is white from snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on it
In the middle of a cotton clearing
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.

WINTER
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy
spinning in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
Dark forest with a hat
covered up weird
And fell asleep under her soundly,
unstoppable...
God's days are short
the sun shines little
Here come the frosts -
and winter has come.
Laborer-peasant
pulled out the sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
I've been a peasant for a long time
I was waiting for winter and cold,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind blows into the hut
Didn't get through the cracks
Blizzards and blizzards would not blow snow.
He is now at peace -
everything is covered,
And he is not afraid of the evil frost,
angry.

WINTER MORNING
Victor Lunin

The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
To the lake close
In the low sky.

The paths are hidden, whitewashed
Delicate lace,
Light, snowy.

And the sparrow, little bird,
A small, unreasonable bird,
He wants to hide from the snowstorm,
He wants to hide, but doesn’t know how.

And the wind whirls it across the sky,
And carries him to a pure little pole,
From the slope, into the darkness of the forest...
It's bitter, poor little bird!

The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
- Hid all the paths,
So as not to pass.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around...

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

frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
I decided to get into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Soon he climbed towards them through the window.

But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

WINTER COLORS
V. Fetisov

WINTER
E. Rusakov

SNOWBALL
Nikolay Nekrasov

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

FIRST SNOW
Ivan Bunin

It smelled like winter cold
To the fields and forests.
Light up bright purple
Before sunset the sky.
At night the storm raged,
And with dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow started to fall.

And today over the wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye belatedly
A string of geese.

WELL AND THE WIND!
Walter De la Mare

What a breeze! What a breeze!
How strong and cheerful!
Hung up the snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.

Where in the summertime
There is a gentle meadow in daisies,
Nowadays a snowy veil
Everything around me was drawn in.

Waiting for the sunrise
Under the huge moon
Nature sparkles and sparkles
Silver and gray.

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

WHITE POEMS
Sergey Mikhalkov

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a person!

Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.

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

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a person!

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

IT'S COLD
Agniya Barto

The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.

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

MEETING WINTER
I. Nikitin

It rained yesterday morning
He knocked on the glass windows,
There is fog above the ground
Got up like clouds.

...At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff,
Snow began to fall.

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean,
And the river froze.
Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere:
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We will never get used to it, -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!

DECEMBER MORNING
Fedor Tyutchev

There is a month in the sky - and night
The shadow has not yet moved,
Reigns over himself without realizing it,
That the day has already started up, -
Which is at least lazy and timid
Beam appears after ray,
And the sky is still completely
At night it shines with triumph.
But two or three moments will not pass,
The night will evaporate over the earth,
And in the full splendor of manifestations
Suddenly the world of daytime will embrace us...

HOMELAND
I.A. Bunin

Under the sky of deathly lead
The winter day is gloomily fading,
And there is no end to the pine forests,
And far from the villages.

One fog is milky blue,
Like someone's gentle sadness,
Above this snowy desert
Softens the gloomy distance.

FUN WINTER HAS COME
V. Korkin

There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!
The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. –
The sun froze to the ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a hot battle broke out,
At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates quickly.
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

FAVORITE WINTER
Larisa Kasimova

Beautiful winter
It's freezing outside.

I'll get dressed quickly
And as warm as possible!
I'll put on gloves
My mother knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I will pull stubbornly.

The whole lake is covered in ice,
The trees turn silver
And everything around is covered in snow,
And I'll go for a ride.
I'll ski down
Quickly from the steep mountain,
I'll go sledding
And, falling, I will warm myself.
How I love winter!

Perhaps this is strange.
There are times of the year
Where the rain comes unexpectedly.
When the mushrooms grow
And the buds swell.

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

I WALKED IN WINTER
Daniil Kharms

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

I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his feet,
He sat down, jumped up and disappeared.

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

WINTER
Victor Lunin

In the picture of winter
Everything is white from snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on it
In the middle of a cotton clearing
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.

HELLO, WINTER-WINTER!
G. Ladonshchikov

Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!

BLUE AND WHITE
Frantisek Grubin

SNOWMAN
Tatyana Bokova

There's fun all around me
childish noise and screaming.
Today is housewarming
Snowman celebrates.
Bucket on the head
Excellent carrot nose.
Stay in order all winter
I'm watching in the yard.
With ember eyes
I look around.
To make more sense,
The janitor gave me a broom!
Let summer not come
never into my yard.
I'm better for my health
snow and cold.
That's just Snow Baba
No need to tease me!

Tricky Sled
I. Bursov

My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.

I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
He was carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.

GREAKING STEPS
Afanasy Fet

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.

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