Methodical piggy bank. Autumn poems The flowers have dried and look
October
Berestov V.D.
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!
Autumn
E. Intulov
A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!
Autumn
V. Schwartz
The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.
Autumn
M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.
Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova
The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.
Autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova
Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you, and to us,
And to everyone.
Leaf fall
Yu. Korinets
Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
And they dive into a puddle.
Average:
***
N. Krasilnikov
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
Autumn
I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.
***
V. Nirovich
Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Alexander Pushkin
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Mischief makers
L. Razvodova
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.
Colorful autumn
S. Marshak
Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.
This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road. Available in the initial autumn...
Fedor Tyutchev
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
The water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...
The swans were flying away
V. Prikhodko
The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.
Autumn
T. Belozerov
Autumn, autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In the field, on the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.
in autumn
Afanasy Fet
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Autumn
I. Maznin
Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.
The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.
The rain is flying
Ivan Demyanov
The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.
At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms! Autumn
Novitskaya G.M.
I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
Summer has drowned.
I throw him a circle
Your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
If the day is autumn.
Autumn
Tokmakova I.P.
The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.
***
A.S. Pushkin
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
***
A. S. Pushkin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
Leaf walker
V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.
Autumn
L. Tatyanicheva
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...
Rain
R. Seph
Rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sows rain through a sieve
The smoke is gray.
Rain is an artist:
He's drawing
Puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
So the gray snow began to fall,
Lay down thickly.
How good is it?
And sad.
Autumn
I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.
Autumn
M. Geller
Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.
Large:
Before the rain
Nikolay Nekrasov
The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
Autumn
Konstantin Balmont
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn
Ivan Demyanov
On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!
Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!
Leaf fall
Ivan Bunin
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
Giants:
in autumn
A. Efimtsev
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"
Frost on the bush
White crying threw.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
"It'll snow soon
And it will start snowing soon!”
***
Lyudmila Kuznetsova
The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.
And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?
Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?
Packed up and flew
E. Golovin
Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.
Autumn
Alexey Pleshcheev
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
Glorious Autumn
ON THE. Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
The swallows have disappeared...
A.A. Fet
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.
Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.
It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
You look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.
Indian summer
D.B. Kedrin
Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.
Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.
Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
Autumn has come
Sadovsky Mikhail
The branches are bare
knocking
Black jackdaws
they scream.
Rare in clouds
bluish tint.
Autumn has come.
Wet day
and lethargic.
Light in the morning
tired.
The rain is mowing down
mows.
Autumn has come.
The piece of ice will crunch
loudly
The bird will scream
thin.
As if there is
will ask.
Autumn has come.
Black nests
empty.
Have become smaller
bushes.
Wind leaves
wears.
Autumn. Autumn. Autumn
Harvest Festival
Tatyana Bokova
Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.
Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
Golden autumn
Boris Pasternak
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
The cold turns over the pages.
Autumn in the forest
From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)
Autumn in the forest every year
Pays gold for entry.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"I'm freezing..." -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"What a dress!
What a beauty!"
The leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch tree whispers:
"I'm chilling!..."
Lost weight at the oak tree too
Gilded fur coat.
The oak realized itself, but it’s too late
And he makes noise:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived by gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.
So the beautiful autumn is coming into its own in small steps, pushing summer aside. In the mornings it became fresh and cool, and during the day the sun no longer had time to warm the air. It becomes very beautiful on the streets of the city and on the alleys of parks and squares. Trees and bushes change their color: here and there, yellow and orange spots flash among the green foliage.
Don’t pass by the autumn beauty - stop, draw your child’s attention to the charm of the surrounding nature, to the riot of autumn colors. Observe and talk about what changes have occurred in nature, what new things your baby has seen. If it’s difficult, show and tell poems about autumn.
I offer a selection of poems about autumn. Read a few poems to your son or daughter, and memorize the one you especially like!
Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
A. Pleshcheev
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Konstantin Balmont
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
I. Tokmakova
Leaf fall
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
Ivan Bunin
in autumn
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Afanasy Fet
Autumn
I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
Summer has drowned.
G. Novitskaya
For the winter
A rustling string
Chasing the sun
Birds fly above us
To a distant place.
They are flying to winter quarters.
And in the yard, in the cold,
Clothespins on a rope,
Like swallows on a wire.
Carpets
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane's conversation fell silent.
On the paths where summer ran,
The multi-colored carpet lay down.
The sparrow became sad outside the window,
The houses became unusually quiet.
Along the autumn carpet paths
Winter is coming unnoticed.
V. Orlov
Autumn leaves
The birdhouse is empty,
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.
I. Tokmakova
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
V. Stepanov
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad it is
What the gardens look like.
The birds reached out
To warm regions.
Farewell is heard
The screech of a crane.
The sun doesn't spoil me
Us with your warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Can't return it anymore.
E. Arsenina
AUTUMN MIRACLE
It's autumn, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding,
The wind sings pitifully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true,
The kids are having fun:
The miracle now is Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
N. Samonii
Sad autumn
The leaves have flown away
Following a flock of birds.
I'm in red autumn
I miss you day after day.
The sky is sad
The sun is getting sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
N. Samonii
Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides his tears
Under someone else's umbrella...
pesters passers-by,
bothers them -
Different, different,
Sleepy and sick...
It's boring
Windy melancholy,
He's breathing like a cold
City moisture...
What do you need?
Strange madam?
And the answer is annoying
Whiplash on wires...
A. Herbal
autumn wind
The wind raises a storm
Throwing the day at my feet;
Leaves fly away in a flock
To the low clouds.
Soared like a yellow wall,
Whirling like a tornado,
They pull you into the air,
Having filled the world.
Only one interrupted the circling:
Autumn fire
A warning about winter
Suddenly my palm burned.
Holding him back a little
In the whirlwind of the rest,
I'm letting you go on the road again -
Catch up with yours!
Olga Bagaeva
Autumn girl
Autumn girl
With a red umbrella
Wanders among the pines,
Cries about
What didn't happen
What didn't come true
My heart forgot
Summer has grown together...
A. Herbal
Autumn is approaching
It's gradually getting colder
And the days became shorter.
Summer is quickly running away
A flock of birds flashing in the distance.
The rowan trees have already turned red,
The grass has become withered,
appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.
In the morning the fog swirls,
motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
It's like being in the hot summer heat.
But the wind barely blows
And autumn foliage
Flashes in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
Autumn has come...
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
Autumn song
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
Autumn
I recognize you, sad times:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark,
And destruction everywhere you look.
Faded leaves are falling from the tree,
In the field, the bushes were turning yellow;
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Autumn is boring!.. Yes, it's you!
I recognize you, sad times
A time of difficult and bitter worries:
A heart that once loved so passionately,
There is a deadening oppression of doubt;
They go out quietly one after another
Proud youth's holy dreams,
And gray hair shows through...
Old age is boring!.. Yes, it’s you!
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
(A. N. Pleshcheev)
BORING PICTURE
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
(A. N. Pleshcheev)
I recognize you, sad times:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark,
And destruction - everywhere you look.
Faded leaves are falling from the tree,
In the field, the bushes were turning yellow;
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Autumn is boring!.. Yes, it's you!
I recognize you, sad times
A time of difficult and bitter worries:
A heart that once loved so passionately,
There is a deadening oppression of doubt;
They go out quietly one after another
Proud youth's holy dreams,
And gray hair shows through...
Old age is boring!.. Yes, it’s you!
(A. N. Pleshcheev)
Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind;
They only show off in the distance, there at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes of bright red withering rowan trees.
My heart is happy and sad,
Silently I warm and squeeze your little hands,
Looking into your eyes, I silently shed tears,
I don't know how to express how much I love you.
(A. Tolstoy)
LEAF FALL
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion.
Today in an empty clearing,
Among the wide yard,
Air web fabric
They shine like a silver net.
Plays all day today
The last moth in the yard
And, like a white petal,
Freezes on the web,
Warmed by the warmth of the sun;
It's so light all around today,
Such dead silence
In the forest and in the blue heights,
What is possible in this silence
Hear the rustle of a leaf.
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
Standing above a sunny meadow,
Fascinated by the silence...
(I. A. Bunin)
Summer has passed
Sun behind the clouds
With affectionate greetings
Does not throw a beam;
The leaves have flown around
Among the autumn blizzards,
The birds have flown away
To the far south;
In the yard and in the field,
And in the depths of the forests
Don't hear them anymore
Loud voices.
(S. D. Drozhzhin)
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder.
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
(K. Balmont)
JOYFUL AUTUMN
The chirping of sparrows,
Subtle whistling of tits.
Behind the clouds
There are no more lightning flashes.
Thunders died at the bottom
Blue skies.
All in purple fire
Golden forest.
The wind ran fast
He shook the brocade.
The color of the rowan became scarlet,
The song is sung by the beam.
In a colorful dream I live
A ringing string.
Autumn, I love you
Just like Spring.
(K. Balmont)
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
The water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...
(S. Yesenin)
The golden grove dissuaded
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They don’t regret anyone anymore.
Whom should I feel sorry for? After all, everyone in the world
wanderer -
He will pass, come in and leave the house again.
The hemp plant dreams of all those who have passed away
With a wide moon over the blue pond.
I stand alone among the naked plain,
And the wind carries the cranes into the distance,
I'm full of thoughts about my cheerful youth,
But I don’t regret anything about the past.
I don't feel sorry for the years wasted in vain,
I don’t feel sorry for the soul of the lilac blossom.
There is a fire of red rowan burning in the garden,
But he can’t warm anyone.
Rowan berry brushes will not get burned,
Yellowness will not make the grass disappear.
Like a tree silently shedding its leaves,
So I drop sad words.
And if time, scattered by the wind,
He'll shovel them all into one unnecessary lump...
Say this... that the grove is golden
She answered with sweet language.
The sky was already breathing in autumn
A.S. Pushkin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
A. Pleshcheev
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
Leaf fall
I. Bunin
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
Autumn has come
E. Arsenina
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad it is
What the gardens look like.
The birds reached out
To warm regions.
Farewell is heard
The screech of a crane.
The sun doesn't spoil me
Us with your warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Can't return it anymore.
K. Balmont
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn leaf
O. Chusovitina
Outside the window the autumn leaf turned yellow,
He broke away, spun, and flew.
The yellow leaf made friends with the breeze,
Everyone is spinning and playing under the window.
And when the cheerful wind flew away,
The yellow leaf on the asphalt is bored.
I went into the yard and picked up a leaf,
I brought it home and gave it to my mother.
You can't leave him on the street,
Let him live with me all winter.
Signs of autumn
T. Shorygina
Autumn will approach silently,
He will stand quietly at the gate.
Cherry leaf in the garden
It will fall onto the path.
This is the first sign
That summer is leaving us.
And the second is a raspberry bush
In the threads of the white web.
The day will become a little shorter,
The clouds will darken
As if a shadow will cover them,
The river will become cloudy.
The third true sign:
Autumn is wandering nearby somewhere.
Early morning in the clearings
White mists will fall,
And then, don’t wait,
Drizzle
Ask for a shroud,
So AUTUMN has come.
Golden ball
T. Shorygina
Burned up like a fire
There are brushes on the mountain ash.
The ball is rolling towards
From autumn leaves.
Do not you recognize him?
Take a closer look! It's a hedgehog!
Became a golden ball
Sly hedgehog
Maple leaves strung
On your needles.
He takes them home,
Lays down on the bed,
So that during the long winter
It's sweet to sleep under a spruce tree.
Let him have dreams
Snowstorms,
Let him sleep until spring
In a warm cradle
Umbrella
M. Sidorova
If it's pouring rain,
I take an umbrella with me
Very bright and big
Yellow-red-blue.
Whoever you meet
Very surprised.
People all around say:
“What a miracle! The umbrella is coming!”
It's even a little offensive
That I can't be seen at all...
V. Avdienko
Autumn walks along the path,
Got my feet wet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Summer is lost somewhere.
Autumn is coming
Autumn is wandering.
Wind from maple leaves
There's a new rug under your feet,
Yellow-pink –
Maple.
I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming in our park.
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads for mountain ash,
Yellow umbrella for poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.
* * * * *
E. Nikolaeva
Autumn took out a brush,
I painted everything around!
Changed fashion to colors,
Colored Nature:
At the birch trees, at the sisters -
Yellow ribbons in pigtails.
Maples are dressed in a red scarf.
Lawns in colorful dresses.
Decoration on the rowan tree -
Scarlet berries necklace.
Updating everyone's outfits,
Autumn walks with us.
In October
G. Ladonshchikov
A gray day is shorter than the night.
The water in the river is cold.
Frequent rain wets the ground.
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles.
The bread was put into bins.
Before the winter cold comes
Houses are insulated.
M. Sadovsky
The birch trees unbraided their braids,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars were flooded.
The willows have drooped by the pond,
The aspen trees began to tremble,
Oak trees, always huge,
It's like they've become smaller.
Everything calmed down, shrank,
It has drooped and turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is beautiful
By winter she looked better.
* * * * *
E. Blaginina
Golden leaves fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a nice bouquet out of them,
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
Golden Rain
M. Lesovaya
The leaves were filled with sunshine,
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Filled up, heavy,
They flowed and flew,
They rustled through the bushes,
We jumped on the branches.
The wind swirls gold,
Sounds like golden rain!
* * * * *
M. Sidorova
We cannot live in the world without miracles,
They meet us everywhere.
Magic, autumn and fairytale forest
He invites us to visit him.
The wind will spin to the song of the rain,
He will throw leaves at our feet.
This time is so beautiful:
Miracle Autumn has come to us again.
