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Poems about spring for children: 37 poems for children of different ages, video for children, verbal drawing based on poems about spring.

Poems about spring for children

In this article you will find a selection of poems about spring for children by sections:

for the little ones (2-4 years old),
for children 4-5 years old,
for older preschoolers and younger students (poems about spring for children over 5 years old).

And also in the article there is a video with poems and classical music, pictures and tasks. I wish you an exciting journey into the world of poetry with your children!

And I want to start the article with a short video lesson for kids - preschoolers on the topic "Poems about Spring" of my favorite Orthodox TV channel for children "My Joy". Together with funny little animals from the magical Shishkin forest, children will listen to F. Tyutchev's poems about spring "Winter is angry for a reason."

Poems about spring for children: for the smallest (2-4 years)

V.Berestov. sparrows

What do sparrows sing about
On the last day of winter
We survived!
We survived!
We are alive!
We are alive!

I. Tokmakova. Spring

Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Apparently very warm.
Spring's feet.

E. Moshkovskaya. Finch got warm

Finch: - Ping! Ping! Ping!
Take off your coat! Throw off! Throw off! —
The finch has blossomed -
The finch is warm!

A. Barto. Sparrow

Sparrow in a puddle
Jumping and spinning.
He ruffled his feathers
The tail fluffed up.
The weather is good!
Chiv-chiv-chil!

Poems about spring for children: 4-5 years old

M. Karim. Come on!

Dear starling,
Come at last!
I built a house for you
Not a birdhouse, but a palace!

S. Drozhzhin. Martin

Martin
gray-winged
under my window
Made a nest -
And sings to himself
poured,
Spring red
Glorifying
And from dawn
Until the evening
I would listen to her
Didn't hear enough
About your life
No nest heat
In the side of a stranger
Remembering.

A. Barto. The starlings have arrived

A tall maple awaits guests -
The branch house is fortified.
The roof is painted
There is a porch for singers ...
In the blue sky, chirping is heard
A family of starlings is flying towards us.
We got up early today
Waiting for the birds yesterday.
Security walks around the yard
Drives cats out of the yard.
We wave our hands to the starlings,
Drum and sing:
- Live in our house!
Well you will be in it!
The birds began to approach
Arrived at the yard
We couldn't resist
They shouted in chorus: “Hurrah!
Amazing thing:
The whole family is gone!

BUT. Maikov. Martin

The swallow rushed
Because of the White Sea,
She sat down and sang:
“How, February, don’t be angry,
How are you, March, do not frown,
Be at least snow, at least rain -
Everything smells like spring!

G. Sapgir. spring gifts

What, Spring, did you bring?
And spring answered:
- Brought
I'm for you guys
Watering cans, rakes
And the shoulder blades
The first snowdrops
Yellow birdhouses.
I brought you rooks
And starlings and finches.
And carries any stream
A whole fleet of boats.
And I also brought
Lots of light and heat
Jumping and tackling,
New counters.
All the guys were surprised:
The buds are sticky in the forest,
Grass on the edge
And Masha on the nose
First freckles.

T. Coty. Two bouquets

It is very good to compare two still lifes with a child - spring and autumn and find the difference. And then read this poem:

First flowers of spring
More than snow white.
Reflect the color of heaven
Pearly, wonderful.
In this color - clouds,
turquoise river,
Pinkish, gentle light -
A bouquet of snowdrops!
Autumn bouquet on the table
It doesn't look like spring.
Autumn colors are different
Like the sun, golden
Red, purple,
Like the dawn, ruddy.

V. Lunin. Spring

Before reading the poem, ask the child to draw a spring picture with words. What would he depict on it if he were an artist? And if you imagine that spring is an artist? What will she draw? After verbal drawing, read to the child a poem by V. Lunin about spring - the artist.

Waking up from a dream
With a soft spring brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields - rook chains,
Over the revived foliage -
The first stroke of thunder
And in the shade of a transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.

E. Blaginina. Crane

The crane has arrived
To the old places:
Ant-grass
Thick-thick!
Willow over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water in the backwater
Clean-clean!
And the dawn over the willow
Clear-clear!
Fun crane:
Spring is spring!

I. Belousov. spring guest

Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”

G. Ladonshchikov. spring song

Haven't sung a drop yet,
The stream rang on the pavement,
When they flew from warm countries
Starlings are cheerful home.
More Alyonka and Alyoshka
From the sun squinted in a dream,
When the starling is over their window
Suddenly he sang a song about spring.
He praised the clear day of April,
My dear birdhouse
Yes, so skillfully sprinkled trills,
What not to be able and a nightingale.
Slowly opening the window
The guys listen to the starling.
The cat listened to the singer,
With a kitten sitting on the porch.

G. Ladonshchikov. The chicks are back

From the midday rays
A stream ran down from the mountain
And a small snowdrop
Grew up on a thaw.
Starlings return -
Workers and singers
Sparrows at the puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
Engaged in the device of nests:
Wear, wear in houses
Birds at straws.

R. Sef. Face to spring

Slowly the snow melted
turned black
And melted
Everyone in the world
Good:
In the grove - flocks of birds,
On the trees -
petals,
Sticky
And smelly
In blue
Heaven -
clouds,
Easy
And we fly.
The best
In the world to me:
Along the wet path
I'm runing
Facing the spring
Wetting
Boots.

Poetry about spring for children: 5-7 years and older

Spring news. O. Belyaevskaya

— Have you heard
rang
drops,
That there will be no more gray blizzards
Circle over the field?
- Heard, heard! -
Brooks answered
And they ran from the mountains
Wake up the valleys.
— Have you heard
plains,
valleys,
That a crane caravan flies from the south,
That the cries of rooks can already be heard in the grove?
- heard, heard
We are hubbub
Grachiny
Yesterday over the top of the old mountain ash
In the glow of the sunset.
To lead the spring
empathetic
Ears
Foliage pricked up under the melting snow,
On the first thawed patch of snow
Sleep-grass rose in silver color.

G. Ladonshchikov. In the April forest

Good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy rot
Different birds sing
Nests are built on trees;
In the glades of the lungwort
Strives to reach the sun
Between herbs morels
Raise caps;
Bud branches swell
leaves break through,
Start an ant
Fix your palaces.

A. Pleshcheev. rural song

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along…

G. Derzhavin. Nightingale

On the hill, through the green grove,
At the brilliance of a bright stream,
Under the shelter of a quiet May night
In the distance I hear a nightingale.
On the winds light, fragrant
Now his whistle, then the ringing flies,
That, we drown out the noise with water,
With a sweet sigh languishes ...

A. Fet. Spring rain

Still light in front of the window,
In the breaks of the clouds the sun shines,
And the sparrow with its wing,
Bathing in the sand, it trembles.
And from heaven to earth,
Swaying, the curtain moves,
And as if in golden dust
Behind it is the edge of the forest.
Two drops splashed into the glass
From lindens it pulls with fragrant honey,
And something came to the garden
Drumming on fresh leaves.

Listen to the reading of this poem:

S. Drozhzhin. Everything is green

Everything is green...
The sun is shining
The lark song
It pours and rings.
Rainy ones roam
Clouds in the sky
And oh the shore is quiet
The river splashes.
fun with horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Goes furrow.
And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
The lark song
Have fun singing.

V. Zhukovsky. lark

The dark forest glowed in the sun,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.
He is loud from above
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
Spring came to us young,
Here I sing the arrival of spring.
It's so easy for me here, so welcome,
So boundless, so airy;
I see the whole world of God here.
And my song praises God!

Word drawing with children based on this poem:

In the 19th century - the beginning of the 20th century, when children heard the singing of larks, teachers offered them to tell in their native language classes what the lark sees from a height, think of what he sings about, imagine the mood in which the poet wrote the poem. The method of "verbal drawing" was very actively used.

This is a very delicate work with the word, and I want to quote how the children spoke and wrote then!

Teachers of the early 20th century felt the nature of the child very subtly. They emphasized that the discussion of the poem with children should not be reduced to its retelling, and even more so to grammatical exercises on sentences from the verse. The emphasis should be placed on the emotional artistic image, its living by the child.

Let's fast forward to the beginning of the 20th century and hear what educators say to us - educators and parents of the early 21st century:

From the book of E.I. Tiheeva "Native speech and ways to its development" of the early 20th century (I quote from the 1923 edition) - from the archives:

“Poems provide special services in the so-called oral drawing ... The goal ... is the following: to evoke in children in one way or another a certain, as vivid as possible, visual image and make them depict this image, draw it with words ...

Suppose children read Zhukovsky's poem "The Lark":"In the sun, the dark forest blushed" ... They are offered to concentrate and imagine that picture of nature that could inspire Zhukovsky to write this poem. At the same time, the peculiarities of the imagination of one or another child, the predominance of reproductive or creative imagination in him, usually stand out clearly. One sketches in word or on paper only those details of the picture that are noted by the author, without adding anything of his own. Another embroiders on this canvas with his own creative imagination, bringing many new details created by him. Any liberty of imagination that does not contradict reality, logic and common sense is quite acceptable.

Work done by children (my note is elementary school children):

1) (Predominance of reproductive imagination):

"Big field. The forest darkens in the distance. It is illuminated by the rays of the rising sun, and therefore appears red. On one side of the field, below, a strip of fog is visible. The sky is clear, blue, and a moving black dot is visible in it: this is a flying lark; his wings sparkle in the sun.

2) (Imagination is creative):
“I went out into the field at dawn. The morning was luxurious. The sun rose and flooded with its crimson rays the forest, which could be seen in the distance, behind the field, the village and the road meandering between green fields and lost in the distance. To the right, in a hollow, the fog covered the distance and rose in clouds to the sky, which was soft - blue with a pink tinge. Cirrus clouds floated across the sky, tinted deep pink. I began to look at the sky and noticed some point against its background, which changed its place and sparkled like a scythe in the sun. I guessed it was a lark. This was confirmed by the marvelous song that poured from above.

Both of them are completely independent works, created only on occasion, under the impression of a well-known poem. The first is a photographically accurate verbal reproduction of the visual image evoked by Zhukovsky. The second expands, complements this image, introduces the personal, active principle of its author. Children who have at least some knowledge of a pencil or paints can be invited to illustrate their work with an appropriate picture.

Pay attention to the writings of children in the early 20th century. How many modern children, who are intensively “developed” from the cradle, can write such an essay at the age of 6-8? How many people can dream like that? And this is not a natural given, but a consequence of the fact that in each age period there is the main thing in development. And at preschool age, this is not the development of reading, or the ability to count, but the development of figurative thinking, games, creative imagination, and the ability to interact with people.

And one more thing - an adult reads a poem not because “it is necessary to develop a child”, but because he himself is interested in it, an adult himself also tries to see, imagine and feel this picture and the mood of the poet. This moment is also very important and is often violated now when we try to “shove” linguistic terms into a child instead of revealing the World of Man and Culture of Man to him.

A. Blok. Crow

Here is a crow on a sloping roof
So from the winter and remained shaggy ...
And in the air - spring bells,
Even the spirit took over the crow...
Suddenly jumped sideways stupid lope,
Down on the ground she looks sideways:
What turns white under the tender grass?
They turn yellow under the gray bench
Last year's wet shavings...
It's all in the crow - toys,
And so the crow is happy
It's like spring, and it's free to breathe! ..

A. Pleshcheev. Snow is melting, streams are running ...

The snow is already melting, streams are running,
In the window it blew in the spring ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.
And the heart is so strong in the chest
Knocking like it's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took care of!
All faces look merry.
"Spring!" - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy with her,
Whose life is only hard work and sorrow.
But frisky children ringing laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!

A. Fet. Willow is all fragrant

The willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Spring is fragrant again
She waved her wings.
The clouds are rushing about,
warmly illuminated,
And again they ask to the soul
Captivating dreams.
Everywhere diverse
The eye is busy with the picture,
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...
Some secret longing
The dream is inflamed
And over every soul
Spring is passing by.

A. Maikov. Go away, gray winter!

Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!

F. Tyutchev. Winter is getting angry

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything fussed
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush,
Against the enemy.

Poetry video:

F. Tyutchev. spring thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the uproar of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.

F. Tyutchev. spring waters

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run, and shine, and say ...
They say all over the place:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!
Spring is coming, spring is coming
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds cheerfully for her! .. "

Listen with the children to the wonderful music of S. Rachmaninov, consonant with this poem.

E. Baratynsky. Spring, spring! How clean the air is!

Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!
Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!
Still the forests are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.
Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.
What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul?
With a stream she is a stream
And with a bird, a bird! murmurs with him,
Flying in the sky with her!
Why is she so happy
And the sun and spring!
Does she rejoice like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?
What needs! happy who is on it
Oblivion of thought drinks,
Who is far from her
He, marvelous, will carry away!

A. Tolstoy. Cranes

Hurrying blue through the heavenly spaces,
Where the eye can hardly see us,
To familiar places we fly and shout
Long chain winding from afar.
We see from above we are a holiday cheerful land,
This is where our road ends
And we circle around, cranes, cranes,
Praise the cries of the Lord God!

A. Maikov. Spring

Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!

A. Pushkin. Chased by spring rays ...

Chased by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped by muddy streams
To flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream meets the morning of the year;
The skies are shining blue.
Still transparent, forests
As if they are turning green.
Bee for tribute in the field
Flies from the wax cell.
The valleys dry and dazzle;
The herds are noisy, and the nightingale
Already sang in the silence of the nights.

Check out this amazing video

I. Bunin. Raging hollow water…

Raging hollow water
Noisy and muffled, and drawn out.
Rooks flying herds
They shout both cheerfully and importantly.
Black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the warm air
thick white couples
Filled with warmth and light.
And at noon puddles under the window
So spill and shine
What a bright sunspot
The bunnies are fluttering around the hall.
Between round loose clouds
Innocently the sky is blue
And the gentle sun warms
In the lull of the Humen and courtyards.
Spring, spring! And she's all happy.
How in oblivion what do you stand
And you hear the fresh smell of the garden
And the warm smell of melted roofs.
Around the water murmurs, sparkles,
The crowing of roosters sometimes sounds
And the wind, soft and damp,
Closes his eyes softly.

N. Nekrasov. Grandfather Mazai and hares.

Cartoon for children based on the most famous poem for children by N. Nekrasov "Grandfather Mazai and Hares"

I hope that spring poems for children allowed you to look at the amazing events that are now taking place in nature with completely different eyes.

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Hello to all dear readers and friends of my blog! Winter will soon end, and the time of warmth and sun, beloved by many, will begin. Just the time to teach children poems about spring. Today I will publish the most beautiful of them. Short, suitable for kids, and long for schoolchildren. We are approaching the spring mood, and get inspired by poetry!

I remember how at school we together read and memorized poems about the spring of Russian poets. The mood immediately rose, anticipating the onset of a very pleasant time of the year. I adore spring and summer, and for me each time it is a period as a symbol of the beginning of something new and joyful in life. Maybe because I was born in April. And it doesn’t matter that there may be winter temperatures outside at this time, it still doesn’t spoil the inner enjoyment of what is happening.

For young children 3, 4, 5 and 6 years old, you can pick up short and beautiful poems that they can easily learn and tell, for example, in kindergarten. Choose for them those in which most of the words they can pronounce, and do not forget to explain to them the meaning of unfamiliar words.

Snow melts and ice melts
Spring is coming guys!
Drops are ringing outside the window,
Birds joyful trill.

Buds swell in spring
And the leaves have hatched.
Look at the branches of the maple -
How many green spouts! (T. Dmitriev)

The swallow flew away
For distant lands ...
Come back, Swallow!
April is outside.
Come back, Swallow!
Just not alone:
Let with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming! (B. Zakhoder)

Spring came!
Spring is red.
With green grass by the window
hung out earrings
Birch - white leg. (E. Trutneva)

Spring, spring outside
Spring days!
Like birds are flooding
Tram calls.

Rooks roar on a tree.
Trucks rumble.
Spring, spring outside
Spring days. (A. Barto)

Finally, spring has come!
White snows are melting.
appeared tender,
Snowdrops here and there.

Under a small fir
The snowdrop has grown.
The blizzards have fled
And the frost has gone!

In the meadow, on the path
Weeds break through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree. (V. Lunin)

Blue, blue
Sky and streams.
splashing in blue puddles
A flock of sparrows.
transparent in the snow
Ice-lace.
The first thawed patches
First grass. (E. Trutneva)

Spring comes gradually:
In the fields the snow melts inaudibly,
Escape from ice captivity
The waters of the rivers are secretly prepared.

Already at night not those frosts,
And now the starling is flying
To your house on a birch trunk ...
Spring came. Winter is over! (S. Marshak)

Spring came!
The birds are singing
Spring is carried on wings.
The sun is shining,
Warms the earth.
He kicks the kids out of the house.
Everyone welcomes spring today! (Y. Mamin)

Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Short night.
Slowly
slowly
Chasing away the winter
Away! (V. Berestov)

Spring, spring.
streams flow,
Spring, spring.
The rooks are flying
Spring, spring.
flowers bloom,
Spring came,
How glad we are!

On the trees -
You look -
Where the kidneys were
Like green lights
Leaves flared up.

cherry blossoms -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.

“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Jing-la-la! In fact:
Winter has come to an end! ( V. Stepanov)

Again, spring has come to the country.
The sun rejoices.
The day has grown.
And only icicles cry
Pitying winter and frost.

If the wind gets warmer
If the birds are not up to sleep,
If the sun shines brighter
So spring has come to us.

It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And get up
And blue skies
See in the window
And find out again
That spring is everywhere
That the morning and the sun
Better than sleep! (I. Maznin)

If the snow melts everywhere
The day is getting longer
If everything is green
And in the fields the stream is ringing,
If the wind gets warmer
If the birds are not up to sleep,
If the sun shines brighter
So spring has come to us. (E. Karganova)

crying bitterly
Snowman
Who offended him?
Something like revushek
I had not seen before.
Well, it's completely gone.
Tears are pouring down.
I told him: "Stop,
Well, don't cry, don't!
You are probably from a dream
Not at ease?"
And heard:
“That is spring.
All her tricks! ( N. Knushevitskaya)

If the wind gets warmer
If the birds are not up to sleep,
If the sun shines brighter
So spring has come to us.
Another week will fly by
And March will ring a drop.
April will come for him in flowers,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves, nightingale parks
Concerts will start again. (V. Kudlachev)

Finally spring has come.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off white pajamas
Awakened from sleep. (I. Shandra )

I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Here now
Clear,
Why spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows
Color. ( H. Gainutdinov )

Admire: spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And streams on ravines rustle.

Soon you will have guests
How many nests will be built - look!
What kind of sounds, for songs will pour
Day-to-day from dawn to dusk! (I. S. Nikitin )

Poems about the spring months for children

In my selection of beautiful spring poems, there are works for each month of this season. Mostly they are short, so they are perfect for preschoolers. In order for the child to better remember the months, you can draw pictures with him in the wake of the verses.

If it is still difficult for a child to remember them, then read them yourself, and transfer the brightest image from the work to paper (you can draw it yourself or print the finished picture). Then for the baby, March, April and May will not be abstract words, but filled with images and associations.

About March

The streams run faster
The sun shines warmer.
Sparrow is happy with the weather
The month of March came to us.

The snow is no longer the same
It darkened in the field.
Ice cracked on the lakes
It's like they split.
Clouds run faster.
The sky got higher.
Sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting blacker every day
Stitches and paths
And on willows with silver
Earrings glow.

sparrow ruffled
feathers,
Alive, healthy
And unharmed.
Catches March
Sun,
With every feather.

Loose snow darkens in March,
Ice is melting on the window.
Bunny runs around the desk
And the map on the wall.

About April

The colors are bright in April -
After all, nature took the brush,
So that green watercolor,
Paint grass, branches, leaves!

We hear with joy in April,
Behind our window glass,
The sound of an awakened drop,
The chirping of cute birds.

Good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy rot
Different birds sing
Nests are made on trees;
In the glades of the lungwort,
Strives to get out into the sun.

Cheerful April smiled,
Sang, roared, played,
From the noise the snowdrop woke up
And he stood on the thaw.
It smelled, it blew a prelude,
A little audible snowdrop repeated:
Thank you April, thank you
For waking me up." (I. Belyakov)

April walked through the forests,
The drops are already over
The snow has melted, it's warm
And it became light in the evening.

About May

Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming. ( S. Marshak)

leaves unfold,
The kidneys rejoice in the sun.
May has come, merry May -
Take your coat off quickly!

First day, month of May!
Get up and get up!
And don't sweat it, wake up
Meet the sun with a song!

May has come.
forest people
He went out into the garden together.
The black mole is digging the beds,
The hedgehog carries water from the tub.

The month of May blooms and warms,
The wind blows over the fields
White lily of the valley blooms
The moth flies over it.

Poems about spring for school children

And now let's turn to works about spring, which are suitable for children 7, 8, 9 and beyond. Some of them are in the school curriculum, while others you may hear for the first time.

It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
The lake is wide
Flowed through the yard.

Freezing at noon
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
Glass crust.

I split the thin
sound glass,
The lake is wide
It leaked again.

Passersby say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking ice. (A. Barto)

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy. With it, the sun is more beautiful.
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!

I will give you grains;
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
I brought it with me. (A. Pleshcheev)

I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw a light in the window.
Luchik - a warm palm
The sun extended to me.

And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So many things!

That frost
Those puddles are blue
That blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Over the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
Brook woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
tongue.
(V. Orlov)

To the sound of a babbling stream
Under the songs of the larks marvelous
Spring has come in all its glory
The child is beautiful, innocent.
It won't be cold for long
It remains to rule over the spring,
'Cause every day and here and there
She is full of her beauty.
And warming the day with warmth,
Spring revived nature.
And under the drops the chime
Snowdrop gave the first.
Spreading a bunch of emeralds,
Spring will dress all the trees
And the delicate scent of flowers
Will merge with the nightingale trill.
I remember winter again
Seeing snow in early May
Trees in white silver
But the silver of flowers does not melt! (E. Savchenko)

The rains have passed, April is getting warmer,
All night - fog, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely dying
And turns blue with a soft haze
In the distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest slumbers quietly,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
More fresh pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern! (I. Bunin )

An evil blizzard has died down;
The night has become shorter than the day;
A warm wind blows from the south;
Drops fall, ringing.
The sun warms the earth
Drives ice from our hill.
Snow woman is melting
And tears flow in streams.
If the snow melts everywhere
The day is getting longer
If everything is green
And in the fields the stream is ringing,
If the wind gets warmer
If the birds are not up to sleep,
If the sun shines brighter
So spring has come to us.

From the midday rays
A stream ran down from the mountain
And a small snowdrop
Grew up on a thaw.
Starlings return -
Workers and singers
Sparrows at the puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
Engaged in the device of nests:
Wear, wear in houses
Birds at straws.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything got busy
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush (F. I. Tyutchev)

Spring has come in the snow
On the wet carpet
Scattered snowdrops,
She sowed grass.
Badger families by the deadline
Raised from the minks
birch sap
I gave it to the guys.
I looked into the den:
- Well, get up, bear! -
Breathed on the branches -
Time to get green!
Now spring is beautiful
Calling from all over
Geese, swifts and storks,
Cuckoos and starlings.
(K. Kubilinskas)

Again the blue clouds frowned all around,
A foggy veil of rain falls in the distance,
Warmth blew from the forest and fields, -
And now the first spring thunder is thundering,
And the rainbow sparkles from behind the forest!
Then from the south May goes through the groves
and fields,
Like a young bright god, laughs
and rejoices
And awakens life, and proclaims to us,
What has come the end of the last
dark days,
That he triumphs in the spring! (A. Bunin)

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully with thunder.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground. (I. Tyutchev)

my bells,
Steppe flowers!
What are you looking at me
Dark blue?
And what are you talking about
On a happy May day,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head?
The horse carries me with an arrow
On the open field;
He tramples you under him
Beats with his hoof.
my bells,
Steppe flowers!
Don't curse me
Dark blue!
I would be glad not to trample you,
Glad to pass by
But the bridle can not hold
Running invincible!
I'm flying, I'm flying with an arrow,
I only kick up the dust;
The horse carries me dashing, -
And where to? don't know! (A. Tolstoy)

Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Cherry fragrant,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs. (S. Yesenin)

This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This dialect of waters.
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle.
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring. (A. Fet)

I came to you with greetings
Say that the sun has risen
What is hot light
The sheets fluttered;
Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Startled by every bird
And full of spring thirst;
Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That the soul is still happy
And ready to serve you;
Tell that from everywhere
Joy blows over me
I don't know what I will
Sing - but only the song matures. (A. Fet)

dilapidated hut
All covered in snow
old grandmother
And he looks at the windows.
For the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Cheerful for the kids
Fast sled run...
running, laughing,
Making a snow house
ringing loudly
Voices all around...
In the snow house
Razor game…
Fingers get cold
It's time to go home!
Drink tea tomorrow
Looking out the window -
And the house melted
It's spring outside! (A. Blok)

The Green Noise is coming,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Playfully divergent
Suddenly the wind is riding:
Shakes alder bushes,
Raise flower dust
Like a cloud, everything is green
Both air and water!
The Green Noise is coming,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Like drenched in milk
There are cherry orchards,
Quietly noisy;
Warmed by the warm sun
Noisy merry
Pine forests;
And next to the new greenery
Babbling a new song
And the pale-leaved linden,
And a white birch
With a green braid!
A small reed makes noise,
Noisy high maple ...
They make new noise
In a new way, spring ...
The Green Noise is coming,
Green Noise, spring noise! (N. Nekrasov)

Spring has come, icicles
Decorating cornices.
The streams gurgle fervently,
Washing snowdrifts.
Forgetting the frosts of the past,
Fell sideways without strength
Tearful snowy
A melted woman.
Winter is completely unwell -
It's time for her to go...
And the sun in every puddle
Ready to swim!
And between the wet snows
Breaking through windows
Snowdrops are brave
They are already on their feet! ( Stuart E.)

Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad! (A. Maikov)

I hope that among the presented 63 poems about spring for children, you have found those that did not leave you indifferent. I wish you spring mood and soon warm weather and bright sun!

See you soon, Anastasia Smolinets

Poems about spring for children will tell about how nature comes to life in spring after a long winter. Leaves appear on the trees, birds return from warm lands, animals wake up after hibernation. There is a festive atmosphere all around. The days are getting longer and you want to spend more time outdoors.

We have made for you an online selection of good children's poems about spring, by reading and memorizing which the baby will receive his first knowledge about the warm season.

Memorizing short poems about spring for children, they will repeat with great pleasure simple rhyming lines about spring drops and first flowers after you.

Children's poems about spring

spring color

Spring is in the yard!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
Will not cover the ice overnight
Drives the sun away winter!

Buds swell with juice
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They will play! In the meantime
The colors of the sun by the river
The lights have appeared!

All! Frosts are over!
Mimosas are blooming!

April! April!

April! April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaking
Through thick deadwood.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

The snow is already melting

The snow is already melting, streams are running,
In the window it blew in the spring ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Gone again for a long time...

funny ice cubes

Under the very cornice,
Above the window
Climbed into icicles
Spring sun.
Sparkling, teardrops run along the icicles ...
And icicles are melting - funny ice floes.

The grass is green

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along…

spring thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.

About spring

Cap yes cap, and not before sleep,
Spring has come to us.
The stream rang playfully.
A hedgehog came out: “What a miracle!
Enough animals to miss us,
It's time to welcome spring!"

Spring

Another week will fly by
And March will ring a drop.
April will come for him in flowers,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves, nightingale parks
Concerts will start again.

Martin

The swallow flew away
For distant lands ...
Come back, swallow!
April is outside.
Come back, swallow!
Just not alone:
Let with you, swallow,
Spring is coming!

Spring

Spring has come in the snow
On the wet carpet
Scattered snowdrops,
She sowed grass.
Badger families by the deadline
Raised from the minks
birch sap
I gave it to the guys.
I looked into the den:
- Come on, get up, bear! -
Breathed on the branches -
Time to get green!
Now spring is beautiful
Calling from all over
Geese, swifts and storks,
Cuckoos and starlings.

Spring colors

Again there are no streams of rest -
Day and night murmur in the bushes.
The golden sun is walking
In pure, pure skies.
Pours rays on the forest and meadow
And all the flowers around:
pink, blue,
blue, red,
As one - beautiful,
Albeit very different.

Spring is coming

It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
The lake is wide
flowed through the yard.
Freezing at noon
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
Glass crust.

I split the thin
sound glass,
The lake is wide
It leaked again.
Passersby say:
- Spring is coming!
And this is me working
Breaking ice.

Spring has come to us

If the snow melts everywhere
The day is getting longer
If everything is green
And in the fields the stream is ringing,
If the sun shines brighter
If the birds are not up to sleep,
If the wind gets warmer
So spring has come to us.

Spring came

Buds swell in spring
And the leaves have hatched.
Look at the branches of the maple -
How many green spouts!

Spring is coming to us

Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts melt under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
You can see very warm feet in spring.

Spring came

Willows cry with happiness
Dropping tears to the ground
Spring has come, welcome!
And a branch of birch
She knocks on the windows.
Winter is over!
And a kidney, like a palm,
Everyone wakes up from sleep.

two starlings

Two starlings flew
Sat on a birch
Sat down and sang -
How they flew, how they hurried
From overseas shores
In the land of the native, dear
To the white birch!

Spring came

March is on its heels

March is on its heels
Chasing the winter away
During the day the snow melts a little.
Freezes the night.

On a clear day, icicles cry -
The sun melts their sides
At night, dark tears are hidden -
Spring sadness.

The streams are merry
Cheerfully, joyfully murmur.
Barely whisper at night
Or even sound asleep.

Saying goodbye to the winter soon -
February is coming to an end.
I want to confess to you, friends:
I feel a little sorry for her!

We are very excited about spring!

Let the snowdrifts in the yard
And the snow hardly melts
Today is March in the calendar -
Spring is coming into play!

We are ready to jump to the sky
And chirping like birds
The last day of winter has passed
Pages torn off!

It became warmer in the soul,
Fun has no barriers
Our smiles from ear to ear
We are very excited about spring!

Cap-cap

Cap-cap!
Tears fall from the roof.
Cap-cap!
White snowflakes are melting.
Cap-cap!
The sun is jumping on the roof.
Cap-cap!
And winter sits and cries.
Cap-cap!

commotion

When winter fled from spring,
Such a commotion began around
And so much trouble fell on the ground,
That in the morning, unable to stand it, the ice broke.

Spring and Brook

I slept under the snow for a long time,
Tired of silence.
I woke up and ran
and met Spring:
- Do you want your song
Will I sing to you, Spring? -
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Cap-cap!
Creek, are you not cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything is ringing, murmuring in me!
I'll sing!.. The snow will melt.

Song of spring minutes

Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Short night.

Slowly
take it easy,
Chasing away the winter
Away.

Sparrow

sparrow ruffled
Feathers -
Alive, healthy
And unharmed.
Catches March
Sun
With every feather
His.

morning verses

It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And get up
And blue skies
See in the window

And find out again
That spring is everywhere
That the morning and the sun
Better than sleep!

Spring gives songs

Spring gives songs
Gives smiles,
And to meet her from the bottom
The fish are swimming.

The singers are back

Children about spring

Spring is the season following winter. A time of extraordinary upsurge, the birth of a new life. Birds return from warm countries, begin to sing their sonorous songs, build nests and prepare to receive chicks. Young grass breaks through the ground, green leaves appear on the trees, snow melts and thousands of streams rush into rivers and lakes. The sun rises above the horizon, the long-awaited warmth comes. The evenings are getting shorter and the days longer.

Many poets wrote children's poems about spring, where they described this amazing time of the year. Our ancestors waited for spring with great impatience, sang about it and composed many legends. According to one of them, spring is a beautiful girl named the Sun, who was once stolen by the insidious Serpent, dooming humanity to life in pitch darkness. The brave young man defeated the Serpent and, at the cost of his life, returned light and warmth to people. In the place where his blood was shed, beautiful flowers grew - snowdrops.

"Scouts of Spring"

Invite your little one to play the exciting online game "Scouts of Spring". The kid says the word that characterizes this time of year, and you give a more extensive explanation. Then you can switch roles.

Sun. The sun is getting hotter. I want to take off my warm jacket and hide the mittens away. On clear days, sunbeams run along the walls. With the advent of spring, some people have freckles on their faces.
The sun rises earlier and wakes up the children. In winter, when you got up, the sun was still sleeping, and now, when you wake up, it is already shining with might and main. The nights became shorter and the days longer.
Icicles. In the spring, when melted snow begins to flow from the roofs, icicles appear. In the sun they shimmer and sparkle. Although they are beautiful, under the roofs of houses, it is better not to walk, you can get seriously injured.
Snow. In winter, snow is white, clean and soft, but in spring it turns into a muddy mess, becomes grainy and hard. In the sun, it quickly melts, and in the shade it can lie for a long, long time.
Air. Spring air is special. It smells of freshness, does not pinch the nose and pens, as in winter. In the spring, you can not wear warm jackets and boots, hats and mittens.
Puddles. In the spring, there are many puddles on the streets. In the morning, after a frosty night, they are still covered with an ice crust, which disappears by lunchtime. It is so thin that if you step on it, it will crack and your feet may get wet.
Sky. The sky in spring is completely different. In winter it was gray, sometimes even black, and now white lambs-clouds are floating and rushing across the sky. The wind drives them.
Brooks. Melted snow gathers in rapidly rushing streams. Flowing down ditches and pits, they fill the rivers, so the rivers often overflow their banks.
Birds. The birds came to life and started their trills. In winter, they sat with bowed heads on the branches of trees and electric wires, and now they frolic and enjoy life. Birds fly to the feeders less and less - insects have already appeared in the forests, and they can feed themselves. Some birds return to the north, while others fly home from the south.
Ice drift. Ice melts on the rivers. Cracks appear and the broken pieces are carried along the river.

Spring has a lot of work
Rays help her:
Together they drive along the roads
talking streams,

Melt the snow, break the ice,
Warm everything around.
From under the needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.

Flowers on the thaw
golden blossoms,
Poured, swollen buds,
Bumblebees fly from the nest.

Spring has a lot of worries
But things are looking up:
Emerald field became
And the gardens are in bloom.
(T. Shorygina)

2. Live chain

The river swollen
The kidney swelled
Live in the sky
The chain floats.
In the dawn blue
The flock is cursing,
Spring and summer
Connecting.
(V. Orlov)

3. Willow is all fluffy ...

The willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Spring is fragrant again
She waved her wings.

The clouds are rushing about,
warmly illuminated,
And again they ask to the soul
Captivating dreams.

Everywhere diverse
The eye is busy with the picture,
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...

Some secret longing
The dream is inflamed
And over every soul
Spring is passing by.
(A. Fet)

4. Spring

Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Looks very warm
Spring's feet.
(I. Tokmakova)

5. Country song

6. Go away, gray winter...

7. Spring and Creek

8. Spring guest

Sweet songbird,
native swallow,
She returned to our home
From a foreign land.
Curls under the window
With a live song
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me…”
(K. Ldov)

9. Snowdrop

Next to the pine snowdrop
Looks at the sky - bright, gentle.
What snowflake petals!
Do not stretch your hands to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!
(I. Emelyanov)

10. Spring gives songs

Spring gives songs
Gives smiles,
And meet her from the bottom
The fish are swimming.
(T. Belozerov)

11. The forest woke up

The forest praises the Spring-princess:
Loudly pouring laughter melodious
Deep in the green
Over cold water.

The forest man is dancing under the oak,
Violently waving a fresh branch.
Vodyanitsy curl,
Razor sisters.

river grass in hair
The chest is like foam, the gaze is crafty, -
Or them in the spring
Enjoy the game!

Grandfather kosmach, gray-haired, furry,
He sat astride a humpbacked stump,
And the yaga is an old woman
Something whistles softly.

Joy took possession of all:
In the lush splendor of the white night
The king of the swamp digs
The root is enchanting.

And conjures in the unsteady mire:
"Enchant, Spring, with a smile
All paths are forest
And human hearts!
(M. Pozharova)

12. After the flood

The rains have passed, April is getting warmer,
Fog all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely dying
And turns blue with a soft haze
In the distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest slumbers quietly,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
More fresh pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
(I. Bunin)

13. Hurry, Spring!

Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the bunny from the bottom of my heart:
There are no ovens in the forest,
They don't bake loaves of bread,
No hut - lock the door,
There is nowhere to even warm your ears ...

Hurry spring, hurry
I feel sorry for the sparrow from the bottom of my heart:
The sparrow has no grandmother,
Who will knit socks and a vest?
Chill fingers on the blue snow.
I can't help the sparrow...

Hurry spring, hurry
Perch is sorry from the bottom of my heart:
He walks and wanders in cold water,
What to eat, he does not find anywhere,
It can be seen crying in the dark and silence.
Hurry spring, hurry!
(H. Myand, translation from Estonian by I. Tokmakov)

14. Escape

Somewhere in the morning blizzards ran away,
Frost disappeared somewhere in the distance.
Winter threw off her fur coat in fright
And she ran away with them.

And at night he comes back for her,
Sighs, trying on in the darkness.
But something is getting shorter and tighter
It becomes a fur coat in winter.
(V. Orlov)

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15. Crane

The crane has arrived
To the old places:
Ant-grass
Thick-thick!
Willow over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water in the backwater
Clean-clean!
And the dawn over the willow
Clear-clear!
Fun crane:
Spring-spring!
(E. Blaginina)

16. In the meadow

The forests are more visible in the distance,
Blue skies.
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land, a strip
And children's louder
Above the meadow of voices.

Spring is on its way
But where is she herself?
Choo, a sonorous voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in the stream...
(A. Blok)

17. Mess

When winter fled from spring,
Such a commotion began around
And so much trouble fell on the ground,
That in the morning, unable to stand it, the ice broke.
(V. Orlov)

18. Spring has finally come

Finally spring has come.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off white pajamas
Awakened from sleep.
(Igor Shandra)

19. Across the river, the meadows turned green ...

Beyond the river the meadows are green,
It breathes with light freshness of water;
More cheerfully rang through the groves
Songs of birds in different ways.

The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of the young vine...
Oh spring! How the heart of happiness asks!
How sweet is my sorrow in spring!

Gently the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden...
I do not understand what reveals the soul
And where am I slowly wandering!

I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me ... And is it all the same?
I'm waiting for happiness, tormented and longing,
But I do not believe in happiness for a long time!

I am bitter that I waste fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of better days,
That alone I rejoice and cry
And I don't know, I don't like people.
(I. Bunin)

20. March

Sick, tired ice
Sick and melting snow...
And everything flows, flows ...
How fun spring running
Mighty muddy waters!
And the decrepit snow cries
And the ice dies.
And the air is full of neg,
And the bell sings.
From the arrows of spring will fall
Prison of free rivers,
Gloomy winters stronghold -
Sick and dark ice
Tired, melting snow...
And the bell sings
That my God lives forever
That Death itself will die!
(D. Merezhkovsky)

21. Spring

Pigeon, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And near the see-through,
The last snow...

Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
(A. Maikov)

22. Morning verses

It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And get up
And blue skies
See in the window

And find out again
That spring is everywhere
That the morning and the sun
Better than sleep!
(I. Maznin)

23. The arrival of spring

Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?
(V. Zhukovsky)

24. Icicles

In a quiet nook
Our yard
Cry two icicles
Started yesterday.
"Tsok-tsok-tsok, we're hot!
Tsok-tsok-tsok, trouble!"
Scattered into spray
Ringing water.
The sun is a little higher
Stood over the yard
Tears from under the roof
They gushed in the stream.
poor icicles
Crying in the spring
Getting smaller and smaller
With every tear
So crying for days
Weekend morning
Two icicles have become
One puddle.
In a puddle in the evening
Dried water -
Because they don't help
Tears never!
(L. Derbenev)

25. Starling Song

- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You will sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run for the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth! .. -
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the song of the starling,
And the snow has already melted
He didn't make it
Listen to it to the end.
(L. Fadeeva)

26. Return of the singers

27. Spring Cavalry

Not a drop of spring
Breaks the ice
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.

Met by birds
In the early hours
clapping hooves
Spring cavalry.

And not a bit
Drip around -
small sabers
Shine silver.

Nimble in the snow
The cavalry is flying
leaving black
Hoof holes.
(V. Orlov)

28. Spring, in spring, about spring

Birdsong in the groves,
And the class is silent.
We're going downhill
Leaning "spring".

We bow aloud: "Spring, springs ..."
And outside the window you can hear streams.
I can't sit on the desk
And then "spring, spring, spring."

Swifts rush under the roof,
Laugh at me -
They will not be asked for cases:
"Spring, spring, spring."

"Spring came,
Wait for ve-dreams.
(Wait, the leaves are visible!)
Hi weight-no,
Meet ve-snu.
(Where can I put my hand?)
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
Spring, oh spring..."
(Y. Akim)

29. The sun whispers

The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Do not be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock.
(V. Orlov)

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30. Miracles

Spring came along the edge,
Carried buckets of rain
Stumbled on a hillock -
The buckets overturned.

The drops rang
The herons roared.
Ants are scared
The doors were locked.

Spring rain buckets
Didn't make it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to heaven
And hung over the lake.

Miracles!
(V. Stepanov)

31. Lark

The dark forest glowed in the sun,
In the valley of steam, thin whitens,
And sang an early song
In azure the lark is sonorous.

32. Spring backfired

Cheerfully backed
Spring from the forest
The bear responded to her
Rumbling from sleep.
Bunnies jumped to her
A rook flew to her;
The hedgehog rolled after
Like a prickly ball.
The squirrel got excited
Looking out of the hollow -
Fluffy waited
Light and warmth!
Proudly drew himself up
Brightened boron;
On the branches of brown
The bird choir boomed.
(L. Agracheva)

33. End of the school year

The parties are tired.
Tired board.
And the mop is tired.
And chalk, half a piece.
All the walls are tired
And all the floorboards
And all the best students!
Some teachers
Not at all tired!
Maybe,
From stainless steel.
(L. Fadeeva)

34. Spring is coming

It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
The lake is wide
flowed through the yard.

Freezing at noon
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
Glass crust.

I split the thin
sound glass,
The lake is wide
It leaked again.

Passersby say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking ice.
(A. Barto)

35. We are very happy about spring!

Let the snowdrifts in the yard
And the snow hardly melts
Today is March in the calendar -
Spring is coming into play!

We are ready to jump to the sky
And chirping like birds
The last day of winter has passed
Pages torn off!

It became warmer in the soul,
Fun has no barriers
Our smiles from ear to ear
We are very excited about spring!
(N. Rodivilina)

36. Composition about spring

Snow is melting on the school roof
A ray of sunshine on the window
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Here is a starling on a thin branch
Cleans his feathers
And rush with a ringing song
Blue-eyed streams.

It always happens in March

Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.

The chime of the droplet is heard
All the guys in silence
We write in our notebooks
Spring essay.
Why we do not know ourselves
Looking forward to the call
And across the sky with sails
Clouds are floating.

It always happens in March
Joy comes to us in the classroom.
Sunny bunny on the desk
Teases each of us.
Teases each of us
Teases each of us.

Flocks of birds under the clouds
Circling in the blue sky
All nature writes with us
Spring essay.
(N. Prostorova)

37. Everything turned green ...

Everything is green...
The sun is shining
The lark song
It pours and rings.

Rainy ones roam
Clouds in the sky
And oh the shore is quiet
The river splashes.

fun with horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Goes furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
The lark song
Have fun singing.
(S. Drozhzhin)

38. Song of spring minutes

Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Short night.

Slowly
take it easy,
Chasing away the winter
Away.
(V. Berestov)

39. March is on its heels

March is on its heels
Chasing the winter away
During the day the snow melts a little.
Freezes the night.

On a clear day, icicles cry -
The sun melts their sides
At night, dark tears are hidden -
Spring sadness.

The streams are merry
Cheerfully, joyfully murmur.
Barely whisper at night
Or even sound asleep.

Saying goodbye to the winter soon -
February is coming to an end.
I want to confess to you, friends:
I feel a little sorry for her!
(N. Rodivilina)

40. Green verses

All the edges are green,
Green pond.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.

Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is the green floor.
And a green grasshopper
Made a song...

Above the green roof of the house
Sleeping green oak.
Two green gnomes
Sat between the pipes.

And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired gymnasium student
Walks under the window.

Why isn't it green?
May is now… May!”
The elder dwarf yawns sleepily:
“Shush! don't bother."
(S. Black)

41. Spring waters

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
Run and shine and say -

They say all over the place:
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead."

Spring is coming, spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds fun for her!
(F. Tyutchev)

42. Jin-la-la

"Ding-ding-ding" -
They sing drops.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Jing-la-la!
In fact
Has come
Winter is over!
(V. Stepanov)

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43. In the April forest

Good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy rot
Different birds sing
Nests are built on trees;
In the glades of the lungwort
Strives to reach the sun
Between herbs morels
Raise caps;
Bud branches swell
leaves break through,
Start an ant
Fix your palaces.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

44. First sheet

The leaf turns green young -
See how young leaves
Birch trees are standing
Aerial greenery through,
Translucent like smoke...

For a long time they dreamed of spring,
In spring and summer golden, -
And these living dreams
Under the first blue sky
Suddenly broke into the light of day ...

Oh, beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in sunshine
With their newborn shadow!
And we hear from their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You will not meet a dead leaf! ..
(F. Tyutchev)

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45. Scattered winter

Still standing around
The trees are bare
And drops from the roof
Drip fun.

Winter is somewhere
Run away in a panic
And very bad
Turned the faucets.
(V. Orlov)

46. May

Green, red,
bright May,
From the guys coats
Take off
Trees
Dress in leaves
Ring the streams
All day!
Where am I in May
I won't go
Everywhere I am the sun
I will find!
(S. Kaputikyan)

47. Spring

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)

48. The days are fine

The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All buds open
The winter has gone with cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the countries of the south,
The birds have returned.
On each branch of the starling
They sit and clean their feathers.
Spring time has come
It's time for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!
(M. Plyatskovsky)

49. First weed

Hello, spring first grass!
How did it dissolve? Are you happy with the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone hurry young root
Earlier than willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
(S. Gorodetsky)

50. March

The sun warms up to the seventh sweat,
And raging, stupefied, a ravine.
Like a hefty cowgirl has a job,
Spring is in full swing.

Snow is withering and sick with anemia
In the twigs of powerlessly blue veins.
But life smokes in a cowshed,
And the teeth of the pitchfork radiate with health.

These nights, these days and nights!
A fraction of drops by the middle of the day,
Roofing icicles thin,
Brooks of sleepless chatter!

Open everything, stable and cowshed.
Pigeons peck oats in the snow
And of all the animator and culprit -
Manure smells of fresh air.
(B. Pasternak)

51. Bird cherry sprinkles with snow

Bird cherry sprinkles with snow,
Greenery in bloom and dew.
In the field, leaning towards shoots,
Rooks are walking in the band.

The silk grasses will vanish,
Smells like resinous pine.
Oh you, meadows and oak forests, -
I'm besotted with spring.

Rainbow secret news
Glow in my soul.
I think about the bride
I only sing about her.

Rash you, bird cherry, with snow,
Sing, you birds, in the forest.
Unsteady run across the field
I will spread the color with foam.
(S. Yesenin)

52. Hello spring!

Spring flower in new grass
Squinting affectionate eye.
The goldfinch sat on the maple tree
Green knot.

Like a yellow-breasted bird:
In the clear brilliance of the height,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere -
Hello sweet spring!
(M. Pozharova)

53. Poems about spring

Why is it everywhere
Such fun
Such -
From dawn to dawn -
Celebration?
Since
What do they celebrate
Starlings housewarming...

And just everything?
And only everything!
Since
What is rushing
inconspicuous,
Paper,
Along the river that came to life
brave ship,
And the waves and the wind
They rock it...
And just everything?
And only everything!

And only everything
What, as before, is red,
Came
Arrived,
Spring has returned!
(I. Maznin)

54. Spring

Again, spring has come to the country.
The sun rejoices. The day has grown.
And only icicles cry
Pitying winter and frost.
(G. Novitskaya)

55. I'm waiting

I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere
And they will announce the overgrown shore
Discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilac blossoms
Fragrant lily of the valley will glance
And the hot day will be refreshed
Thunderstorm unexpected, blessed.
I'm waiting for the flute in the fields
Suddenly sings unpretentiously
And her sullen corncrake
He will answer with a shy twitch.
I'm waiting, and the snow is falling harder,
Severe frosts are cracking...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
(M. Chekhov)

56. March

March! March! March! March!
The covers of the desks warmed up,
Decorated houses
Blue fringe.

March! March! March! March!
Sparrows got excited:
From the sidewalk to the ledge,
“Chick-chirp!” - and a bullet down.

March! March! March! March!
Flies crawled out to the start -
Gain strengths
Spread wings.

March! March! March! March!
Brighter green school cards,
Longer than the previous lesson
Louder than the previous call -
Jin-n-n!
(A. Krestinsky)

57. Snowdrop

In the forest, where the birches crowded in a crowd,
A blue eye peeped into the snowdrop.
Little by little at first
Put out a green leg
Then he reached out with all his little strength
And quietly asked:
"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it really spring?
(P. Solovyova)

58. First bee

As soon as the sun came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at how it is after the rains in nature,
Like a curious and chatty beam
He let slip: the weather should be warm.

And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul - warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very much.
(O. Fokina)

59. Poems about spring

Snow is no longer the same -
It darkened in the field
Ice cracked on the lakes
It's like they split.

Clouds run faster
The sky got higher
Sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.

It's getting blacker every day
Stitches and paths
And on willows with silver
Earrings glow.

Run away, brooks!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants!
After the winter cold!

Bear sneaking
Through the forest deadwood,
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)

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60. March

61. Martu naps easily

opened up
black roads -
The sun is hot,
But in a snowdrift
Like in a lair
March
Dries easily.

More on him
By ski
The daredevils run.
He sleeps sweetly
And does not hear
That the streams laugh.
(G. Novitskaya)

62. Spring divination

Yablonka today
Not before sleep
Joyfully looks
From under the scarf:
Something told her
Spring
By the palm of the young
Leaflet.
whispered something
And a little light
Gathered somewhere
Along with May...

Fortune telling will come true
Or not -
This is us in autumn
Let's find out.
(V. Orlov)

63. Spring, spring!

Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!

Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!

More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
Noisy and fragrant.

Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.
(E. Baratynsky)

64. Spring

On the trees -
You look -
Where the kidneys were
Like green lights
Leaves flared up.
(N. Goncharov)

65. Spring flew into the classroom

Breaking the lesson
Ran into class
Spring -
Forgot to close
It is seen,
Window sashes.
call
Keep silence
Did not help -
In vain teacher
To the guys
Was strict.
They turned out
At all
Nothing to do with:
Incessantly
Poplar
Shumel
Outside the window.
(S. Ostrovsky)

66. Bird cherry

67. When April knocks on the window

When at the window
april knocks
I left the city
I'm going to the field
Listen
lark trill,
Admire in spring
Enough!
I love to look
How slowly
Her soul awakens!

And the sun - red shearing -
flies,
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
He can't feel his feet!
(G. Novitskaya)

68. Spring again

And again blind hope
People give their hearts.
Nightingales in the forests, as before,
At night the whites sing.

And again four lovers
In the groves the young ones run,
Happily touched eyes
Believe again, lie again.

But it does not please, does not torment,
Full of passionate bliss,
Only dispassion teaches the heart
Spring is alien to the heart.
(D. Merezhkovsky)

69. Buds have blossomed on a willow

Buds have blossomed on the willow,
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer an enemy.
Grass sprouted on every bump,
The ravine became emerald.
(K. Balmont)

70. Call signs

The night frosts are falling
Cold winds whistle.
Aspens, oaks and birches
They sleep under the chilly stars.
But there's a change in the air
They woke up the pine tree:
Needles like antennae
Spring has already arrived.
(V. Orlov)

71. Spring Arithmetic

Subtract!
Begin
From all streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract snow and ice,
There will be a bird flight!
Let's combine the sun with the rain...
And let's wait a bit...
And we'll get herbs.
Are we not right?
(E. Moshkovskaya)

72. Angry snow

All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March
I took it and turned black.
(M. Sadovsky)

73. Spring has come

Buds swell in spring
And the leaves have hatched.
Look at the branches of the maple -
How many green spouts!
(T. Dmitriev)

74. In April

First sunny day
The wind is blowing.
Sparrows have fun
In these warm hours
And the icicles wept
And hung up their noses.
(V. Orlov)

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75. The singing of a lark is louder ...

The song of the lark is louder,
Brighter spring flowers
Heart full of inspiration
The sky is full of beauty.

Breaking the shackles of anguish,
Breaking the vulgar chains,
Runs into a new life
triumphant tide,

And it sounds fresh and young
New forces mighty system,
Like stretched strings
Between heaven and earth.
(A. Tolstoy)

76. March

Awakening not yet
Nature, immersed in half sleep.
But the forest is in a drowsy-sweet languor
The drops are already ready to meet the ringing.

Even in captivity at the ice, rivers languish,
But thin as glass, and fragile ice.
More sunny smiles are rare,
But the sky is bluer and brighter.

The crumpled snow cover
And the forest stands, bare to the waist.
And snow with colored sparks opal
In some places it became gray, like chalcedony.

The crystal shine of winter will not return soon.
Forgotten white brush magic.
But this is the loss behind which
The triumph of a new life is coming.
(N. Sedova-Shmeleva)

77. thawed patches

thawed patches, thawed patches -
Freckles in the snow!
They have a small snowdrop
Hatch: ku-ku!
And in the grove, beyond the outskirts,
The rooks will respond
The earth will be washed with water,
And the streams roar!
Winter is creeping up
And catches the silence
And the path breaks
Tripping on spring!
It all started with thaws,
And everyone is happy with the sun.
Boots instead of boots
Horseshoes are knocking!
(M. Takhistova)

78. Spring morning

I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw a light in the window.
Luchik - a warm palm
The sun extended to me.

And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So many things!

cherry blossoms -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.
(V. Nesterenko)

79. Ice drift

Ice is coming, ice is coming!
Long string
Third day in a row
Ice floes are floating.

Ice floes are moving
In fear and anxiety
Like a herd to the slaughter
They drive along the road.

Blue ice, green ice
grey, yellowish,
Heading towards certain death
There is no return for him!

Somewhere on the ice manure
And traces of skids.
Someone's sled took the ice away,
Frozen hard.

The ice floe drives the ice floe on the way,
Strikes in the back.
Not letting you rest
The ice floe turns the ice floe.

But this block of ice,
fat, clumsy,
There was free water,
Bound by cold.

Let the old ice melt
Dirty and cold!
Let it die and live
In the wide expanse!
(S. Marshak)

80. Sparrow

sparrow ruffled
Feathers -
Alive, healthy
And unharmed.
Catches March
Sun
With every feather
His.
(V. Orlov)

81. Spring Thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes merrily thunders...

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!
(F. Tyutchev)

82. Sentry

Posted to
In the very spring
At attention,
Dropping your palms,
In white gloves
Like a clock
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)

83. Lily of the valley

O first lily of the valley! From under the snow
You ask for sunbeams;
What a virgin bliss
In your fragrant purity!

Like the first ray of spring is bright!
What dreams descend in it!
How captivating you are, a gift
Flaming Spring!

So the maiden sighs for the first time
About what - it is not clear to her -
And a timid sigh is fragrant
The excess of life is young.
(A. Fet)

84. Spring is coming around the city

Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is that gentle sound?
This is a snowdrop
Smiling through sleep!

This is whose fluffy beam
So it tickles because of the clouds,
Forcing the little ones
Smile from ear to ear?

Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness
Makes you smile
Bunny, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!

And the poodle has a smile!
And fish in the aquarium
Smiled out of the water
Smiling bird!

So it turns out
What does not fit
On one page
The smile is boundless -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's the width!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!

Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Spring Maevna Chereshnikova!
(Yunna Moritz)

85. Wonderful color

I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Here now
Clear,
Why spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows
Color.
(H. Gainutdinov)

86. Spring cases

Everything has awakened from sleep:
SPRING is sweeping the world.

It's like we're blooming
Feeling the arrival of SPRING.

And I wanted to get out
Towards the young SPRING.

I'll drown in the green leaves
And I blame VESNA for this.

Nature breathes only one
Unique SPRING.

A starling perched on a pine tree
Bawling songs ABOUT SPRING.

Tell others about it
And you repeat the cases.
(N. Klyuchkina)

87. This morning, this joy ...

This morning, this joy
This is the power of both day and light,
This blue vault
It's a scream and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the waters

These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle

These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
(A. Fet)

Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?

Not a drop of spring
Breaks the ice
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.

Met by birds
In the early hours
clapping hooves
Spring cavalry.

And not a bit
Drip around -
small sabers
Shine silver.

Nimble in the snow
The cavalry is flying
leaving black
Hoof holes.

Birdsong in the groves,
And the class is silent.
We're going downhill
Leaning "spring".

We bow aloud: "Spring, springs ..."
And outside the window you can hear streams.
I can't sit on the desk
And then "spring, spring, spring."

Swifts rush under the roof,
Laugh at me -
They will not be asked for cases:
"Spring, spring, spring."

"Spring came,
Wait for ve-dreams.
(Wait, the leaves are visible!)
Hi weight-no,
Meet ve-snu.
(Where can I put my hand?)
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
Spring, oh spring..."

The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Do not be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock.