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October
Berestov V.D.
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
Autumn
E. Intulov
Crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
AT forest fire-r, in the forest fire-p!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it!
Autumn
V. Schwartz
The tedious rain is pouring down on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn screwed up the sun
Like a light bulb fitter.
Autumn
M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees turn yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if the rain is pouring,
This season is called autumn.
Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova
The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
The leaves on the trees also do not sit
The whole day today everything is flying, flying ...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.
autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
leaf fall
Y. Korinets
Leaves flutter in the air
All Moscow is in yellow leaves.
We are sitting at the window
And we look outside.
Leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
And dive into the puddle.
Medium:
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N. Krasilnikov
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
tail.
Fire climbed the branches
And blazed
Autumn forest.
autumn
I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds fly away
Clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
Aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.
***
V. Nirovich
leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
yellowness, yellowness,
So autumn is not spring.
Sad time! Oh charm!
Alexander Pushkin
Sad time! Oh charm!
I like your farewell beauty -
I love lush nature wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
mischievous people
L. Razvodova
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
Colored autumn
S.Marshak
Colored autumn - evening of the year -
I smile lightly.
But between me and nature
There was thin glass.
This whole world is at a glance,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the car,
I'm still at home, but on the road. There is in the autumn of the original ...
Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
short but marvelous time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...
swans flew away
V. Prikhodko
swans flew away
From North to South.
Lost swans
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff
Shines in the air
Whether through our windows
First snow
Flies.
Autumn
T. Belozerov
Autumn, autumn...
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In the field, on the path,
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.
autumn
Athanasius Fet
When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
Autumn
I. Maznin
Every day, the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from the branches in the forest ...
Whatever the day - then earlier the evening,
And it dawns late.
The sun lingers, as if
No power to rise...
That's why the morning rises above the earth
Almost noon.
Raindrops are flying
Ivan Demyanov
Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps in.
By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms! Autumn
Novitskaya G.M.
I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
Summer is gone.
I throw him a circle
Your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
If the day is autumn.
Autumn
Tokmakova I.P.
Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
***
A.S. Pushkin
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.
***
A. S. Pushkin
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Leaf walker
V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves ...
leaf fall,
change of seasons,
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river freeze,
And there is nowhere to go from frost.
The river was covered with a fox coat,
But trembling
And can't get warm.
Autumn
L. Tatyanicheva
Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show
I turn yellow leaves,
Let me make sure, don't rush
How fresh is your silence
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flame of aspens...
Rain
R. Sef
rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sowing rain through a sieve
The smoke is grey.
Rain - artist:
He's drawing
puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
Here comes the gray snow
Lie thick.
How good is
And sad.
Autumn
I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for all:
Red beads -
Rowan,
Pink apron -
aspen,
Umbrella yellow -
poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives us.
Autumn
M. Geller
Gives autumn miracles
And what!
The forests are dressed up
In golden hats.
On a stump they sit in a crowd
red mushrooms,
And the spider is a dodger! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
Sleepy more often at night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.
Large:
Before the rain
Nikolai Nekrasov
A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.
Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
Autumn
Konstantin Balmont
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
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 bank.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
All covered in bronze!
Autumn seems to me too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the bank.
Each leaf is like a flag!
leaf fall
Ivan Bunin
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
Giants:
autumn
A. Efimtsev
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"
Leaves yellow downpour,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"
Frost on the shrub
White cry sketched.
The oak whispers to the mountain ash:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"
Fir trees whisper
In the middle of the forest:
"Soon will be swept
And he'll wind up soon!"
***
Ludmila Kuznetsova
Plums fall in the garden
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To piers unknown in life.
And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why the universal sadness
In every line in the poetry of poets?
Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
Gathered and flew
E. Golovin
Gathered and flew
Ducks on a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
The bear is making a lair.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny got warm.
Wears a squirrel for a whole month
For reserve mushrooms in the hollow.
The wolves roam the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
The fox is escaping.
Hides the nutcracker for the winter
In the old moss nuts cleverly.
Capercaillie pinch needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northerners-bullfinches.
Autumn
Alexey Pleshcheev
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
Glorious autumn
ON THE. Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
Air tired forces invigorates;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails,
I think my mind...
The swallows are gone...
A.A. Fet
The swallows are gone
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flew
Yes, like a network, flickered
Over that mountain.
In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.
It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will leave - willy-nilly
It's hard - even cry!
You look - across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
Indian summer
D.B. Kedrin
Indian summer has come -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun
The fly came to life in the crack.
Sun! What in the world is more beautiful
After a chilly day?
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a knot.
Tomorrow it will rain fast,
A cloud covering the sun.
Silver gossamer
There are two or three days left.
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
branches bare
knock.
Black jackdaws
scream.
Rarely in the clouds
bluish tint.
Autumn has come.
Raw day
and lethargic.
Light from the morning
tired.
The rain mows
mows.
Autumn has come.
Ice crunches
loudly.
A bird will cry
thin.
As if there
will ask.
Autumn has come.
Black nests
are empty.
become less
bushes.
wind leaves
wears.
Autumn. Autumn. Autumn
harvest festival
Tatyana Bokova
Autumn decorates the squares
Multicolored foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens, and in the garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the mink,
To have lunch in winter.
Root squirrels dry,
bees store honey.
Grandma cooks jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
Harvest was born -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
gold autumn
Boris Pasternak
Autumn. fairytale palace,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
Autumn in the forest
From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)
Autumn forest every year
Pays gold to enter.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"Stenu..." -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"Well, the dress!
What a charm!"
Leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch whispers:
"I'll chill!..."
Lost weight at the oak
Gilded coat.
The oak caught on, but it's too late
And he roars:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.
Short and beautiful autumn poems for kids (kindergarten, elementary school students)
Empty birdhouse...
Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
I. Tokmakova
Soon white blizzards...
Soon white blizzards
Snow will rise from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes have flown.
Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings
Fly away, fly away!
Leaf sways patterned
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.
Showered, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks have also flown away.
E. Blaginina
We didn't see the beetle.
We didn't see the beetle.
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive
He's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
- There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!
Agniya Barto
Autumn has come.
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.
The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.
The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
E. Arsenina
Someone with yellow paint...
yellow paint somebody
Painted the forests
For some reason they became
Below the sky
Blazed brighter
Tassels of rowan.
All flowers withered
Only fresh wormwood.
I asked my dad:
- What happened all of a sudden?
And dad answered:
- It's autumn, friend.
Vladimir Orlov
On the road, on the path.
On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.
The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.
In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
L. Nelyubov
Autumn.
If there is no mood,
If the street gets wet
Rain smears tears
On asphalt and on glass,
If the children go for a walk
Don't stick your nose out
It means - lost
Multi-colored umbrella Autumn.
Agniya Barto
Before winter.
Maples are flying faster and faster,
Darker and darker is the low vault of heaven,
Everything is clearer, how the crowns are empty,
All you can hear is how the forest grows numb ...
And increasingly hiding in the darkness
The sun cooled to the earth.
Igor Maznin
Poems about autumn Russian poets and classics / October 2015
Sad time! Oh enchantment!…
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
A. Pushkin
Autumn (excerpt).
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.
A. Pushkin
There is in the autumn of the original ...
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
F. Tyutchev
Autumn.
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
Alexey Pleshcheev
Boring picture...
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
Alexey Pleshcheev
Before the rain
A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.
Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
N. Nekrasov
In autumn.
When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
F. Tyutchev
Late autumn sometimes ...
Late autumn
I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden
When he is quiet half-dark,
As if in a nap, embraced
And white-winged visions
On the dim lake glass
In some bliss of numbness
They stagnate in this semi-darkness ...
And on the porphyry steps
Catherine's palaces
Dark shadows fall
October early evenings -
And the garden darkens like an oak tree,
And under the stars from the darkness of the night,
Like a reflection of a glorious past
The golden dome comes out ...
F. Tyutchev
Autumn
Like a sad look, I love autumn.
On a foggy, quiet day I walk
I often go to the forest and sit there -
I look at the white sky
Yes, to the tops of dark pines.
I love, biting a sour leaf,
With a lazy smile,
Dream to do whimsical
Yes, listen to woodpeckers thin whistle.
The grass withered all ... cold,
A calm brilliance is poured over her ...
And sadness is quiet and free
I surrender with all my heart...
What can't I remember? What kind
My dreams won't visit me?
And the pines bend as if alive,
And so thoughtfully noisy ...
And like a flock of huge birds,
Suddenly the wind will blow
And in the boughs tangled and dark
He hums impatiently.
Sergey Yesenin
Autumn landscapes.
1. In the rain
My umbrella is torn like a bird
And breaks out, cracking.
Makes noise over the world and smokes
Damp rain hut.
And I stand in weave
Cool elongated bodies
Like rain for a moment
He wanted to merge with me.
2. Autumn morning
The speeches of lovers are cut off,
The last starling flies away.
Falling off the maples all day long
Purple heart silhouettes.
What have you, autumn, done to us!
The earth freezes in red gold.
The flame of sorrow whistles underfoot
Stirring heaps of leaves.
3. Last Cannes
All that shone and sang,
The forests hid in the autumn,
And slowly breathe on the body
The last warmth of heaven.
Fog creeps through the trees,
The fountains have stopped in the garden.
Some fixed cannes
They are blazing in front of everyone.
So, stretching out its wings, an eagle
Standing on a cliff ledge
And in her beak moves
Fire coming out of the darkness.
N. Zabolotsky
September.
The rain pours big peas,
The wind is breaking, and the distance is unclean.
Ruffled poplar close up
Silvery underside of the sheet.
But look: through the opening of the cloud,
As through an arch of stone slabs,
In this realm of fog and darkness
The first beam, breaking through, flies.
So the distance is not forever curtained
Clouds, and, therefore, not in vain,
Like a girl, flaring up, hazel
Came out at the end of September.
Now, painter, snatch
Brush after brush, and on the canvas
Golden like fire and garnet
Draw this girl for me.
Draw, like a tree, unsteady
A young princess in a crown
With a restless smile
on tearful young face.
N. Zabolotsky
Indian summer.
Indian summer has come -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun
The fly came to life in the crack.
Sun! What in the world is more beautiful
After a chilly day?
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a knot.
Tomorrow it will rain fast,
A cloud covering the sun.
Silver gossamer
There are two or three days left.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
D. Kedrin
Forest in autumn.
Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable -
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.
A. Tvardovsky
Beautiful children's poems about autumn for children(schoolchildren of elementary grades and toddlers preschool age(kindergarten)) in which Russian writers and poets of the classics in all its glory describe the charms autumn season. Toddlers will train their memory, and parents will get good mood from reading the lines of familiar verses.
Poems about the autumn of Russian poets / October 2015
Poems about autumn by A.N. Pleshcheev are especially dear to our hearts. What are you, autumn, in a hurry to come so early? The heart still asks for warmth and light. Birdies! We are sorry for your sonorous songs. Don't fly to warmer climes, wait!
"Autumn song"
The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
Alexei Nikolaevich Pleshcheev, a descendant of an old Russian noble family, was born on November 22, 1825 in Kostroma. He spent his childhood in Nizhny Novgorod where the father brought the two-year-old boy. In 1838, young Pleshcheev went to St. Petersburg, where he entered the University.
"Children and Bird"
"Bird! We are sorry for your ringing songs!
Don’t fly away from us… Wait!”
"Lovely little ones! From your side
Colds and rains drive me.
Out in the trees, on the roof of the gazebo
How many friends are waiting for me!
Tomorrow you will still sleep, children,
And we're all heading south.
There is no cold now, no rain,
The wind does not tear the leaves from the branches,
The sun doesn't hide in the clouds...
“Soon, birdie, will you return to us?”
"I am with a stock of new songs
I will return to you when from the fields
The snow will come down when in the ravine
Bubbling, shining, stream-
And start under the spring sun
All nature come alive...
I'll be back when, little ones,
You will be reading!”
Leaving the University, Pleshcheev devotes himself literary activity, first as a poet, and then as a prose writer. His first poems and stories are published in the Notes of the Fatherland in 1847 and 1848.
"Autumn"
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
Many hardships befell the Russian poet Pleshcheev. Need, constantly pursuing him, undermined his health.
His meek muse never lied, and this was her great merit. Pleshcheev was not looking for popularity. She herself went to him. From his personality emanated warmth, truthfulness. How was it not to love his poetry? The sounds of his songs came straight from the heart.
"Autumn"
I recognize you, the time is dull:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark,
And destruction everywhere you look.
Faded leaves fall from the tree,
In the field, turning yellow, the bushes drooped;
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Autumn is boring! .. Yes, it's you!
I recognize you, the time is dull,
Time of heavy and bitter worries:
The heart that once loved so passionately
Presses the deadening doubt oppression;
Extinguish in it quietly one after another
Youth proud holy dreams,
And gray hair breaks through ...
Boring old age!.. Yes, it's you!
"A boring picture..."
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
1860
Here is the beautiful autumn in small steps comes into its own, pushing summer. In the mornings it became fresh and cool, and in the afternoon the sun no longer has 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 shrubs change their color: here and there, among the green foliage, yellow, orange spots flash.
Don't pass by autumn beauty- stop, draw the attention of the child to the charm surrounding nature, to the riot of autumn colors. Observe, talk about what changes have occurred in nature, what your baby has seen new. If it is difficult, show, tell verses about autumn.
I offer a selection of poems about autumn. Read a few verses to your son or daughter, and memorize the one that you especially like!
Autumn
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
A. Pleshcheev
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
Konstantin Balmont
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
I. Tokmakova
leaf fall
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
Ivan Bunin
autumn
When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
Athanasius Fet
Autumn
I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
Summer is gone.
G. Novitskaya
For the winter
A rustling string
Following the sun
Birds fly over us
To the far side.
They fly to winter.
And in the yard, in the cold,
clothespins on a rope,
Like swallows on a wire.
Carpet tracks
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane hushed up the conversation.
On the paths where the summer ran,
Multi-colored carpet lay down.
The sparrow was sad outside the window,
Unusually quiet at home.
On autumn carpets
Winter is slowly coming.
V.Orlov
Autumn leaves
Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
I. Tokmakova
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.
V.Stepanov
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.
The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.
The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
E. Arsenina
AUTUMN MIRACLE
It's autumn now, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings mournfully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true
Having fun kids:
Miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
N. Samoniy
sad autumn
Leaves flew away
Follow the birds.
I am red autumn
I miss you day by day.
The sky is sad
The sun is sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
N. Samoniy
Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides tears
Under someone else's umbrella...
Sticks to passers-by
Bores them -
different, different,
Sleepy and sick...
That makes you tedious
windy longing,
That breathes a cold
Moist city...
What do you need
Weird madam?
And in response - annoying
Whip on wires...
A. Herbal
autumn wind
The wind raises a storm
Throwing the day at your feet;
Leaves fly away
To low clouds.
Soared yellow wall
Tornado swirling,
They pull you into the air
Filled the world.
Only one interrupted the circle:
autumn fire
About winter warning
Suddenly burned his hand.
Holding him back a little
In a swirl of others
I let go again on the road -
Catch up with yours!
Olga Bagaeva
autumn girl
autumn girl
With a red umbrella
Wandering among the pines
Crying about
What didn't happen
What didn't come true
Forgotten by the heart
It has grown with the summer...
A. Herbal
Autumn is coming
Gradually getting colder
And the days got shorter.
Summer is running fast
A flock of birds, flashing in the distance.
Already the rowans have turned red,
The grass has become withered
Appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.
In the morning the fog swirls
Motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
Like a hot summer day.
But the wind barely blows
And autumn leaves
Flickers in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
Website "Mom can do anything!" collected the most beautiful poems about autumn for children. They will create a special autumn mood, as well as introduce you to the peculiarities of nature at this time of the year. These verses will not only expand their horizons, but will also show the child all the beauty of golden autumn.
These verses are suitable for memorization, for reading in kindergarten or school. They can be told at the autumn festival or simply read after a walk in the park.
Autumn
If in the trees
the leaves turned yellow
If the edge is far
the birds have flown
If the sky is gloomy
if it's raining,
It's the time of year
called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)
Autumn
I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.
(G.M. Novitskaya)
In the aspen forest
In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)
Raindrops are flying
Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps. By the saddened pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(Ivan Demyanov) 
leaf fall
leaf fall,
Falling leaves!
Yellow birds fly...
Maybe it's not a bird
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to rest?
will rest,
Strength will be gained
And back to us
Will return.
(I. Bursov)
autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)
autumn tears
Wept at night
Yellow maples.
Remember maples,
How green they were.
from yellow birch
It also dripped.
So birch too
Cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)
Sad time! Oh charm!
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)
***
Plums are scattered in the garden,
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To berths unknown in life. And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why the universal sadness
In every line in the poetry of poets?
Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
(Lyudmila Kuznetsova)
***
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
(E. Trutneva)
Autumn
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show
I turn yellow leaves,
Let me make sure, don't rush
How fresh is your silence
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flame of aspens ...
(L. Tatyanicheva)
September
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
(I. Tokmakova)
leaf fall
Leaves flutter in the air
All Moscow is in yellow leaves.
We are sitting at the window
And we look outside.
Leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! —
and dive into the puddle.
(Yu. Korinets)
Autumn
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
In the heart it 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 flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry awake. (Konstantin Balmont)
***
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
October
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
(V.D. Berestov)
autumn song
The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull. The birds flew away,
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
mischievous people
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)
Autumn
On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the bank.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
All covered in bronze!
Autumn seems to me too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the bank.
Each leaf is like a flag!
(Ivan Demyanov)
Indian summer
Indian summer has come -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun
The fly came to life in the crack.
Sun! What in the world is more beautiful
After a chilly day?
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a knot. Tomorrow it will rain fast,
A cloud covering the sun.
Silver gossamer
There are two or three days left.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
(D.B. Kedrin)
October
It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.
November
Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.
(A. Berlova)
Autumn
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields. A cloud covers the sky,
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling.
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
Autumn
Gives autumn miracles
And what!
The forests are dressed up
In golden hats.
On a stump they sit in a crowd
red mushrooms,
And the spider is a dodger! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
Sleepy more often at night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.
(M. Geller)
***
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
tail.
Fire climbed the branches
And blazed
Autumn forest.
(N. Krasilnikov)
autumn 
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!”
Leaves yellow downpour,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Frost on the shrub
White cry sketched.
The oak whispers to the mountain ash:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Fir trees whisper
In the middle of the forest:
“Soon will notice
And it will start flying soon!”
(A. Efimtsev)
harvest festival
Autumn decorates the squares
Multicolored foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me. And in the gardens, and in the garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits. Cleaning is in progress in the fields -
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the mink,
To have lunch in winter. Squirrels dry roots,
bees store honey.
Grandma cooks jam
Puts apples in the cellar. Harvest is born -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
(Tatyana Bokova)
Autumn
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for all:
Red beads -
Rowan,
Pink apron -
aspen,
Umbrella yellow -
poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives us.
(I. Vinokurov)
Autumn
Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show
I turn yellow leaves,
Let me make sure, don't rush
How fresh is your silence
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flame of aspens ...
(L. Tatyanicheva)
***
leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
yellowness, yellowness,
So autumn is not spring.
(V. Nirovich)
Leaf walker
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves ...
leaf fall,
change of seasons,
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river freeze,
And there is nowhere to go from frost.
The river was covered with a fox coat,
But trembling
And can't get warm.
(V. Shulzhik)
Autumn
Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
(I.P. Tokmakova) 
***
October has come
the grove is shaking off
Last sheets
from their bare branches;
The autumn chill blew
the road is freezing. The murmur is still running
behind the mill stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And suffer winter
from crazy fun
And the barking of dogs wakes
dormant oak trees.
(A.S. Pushkin)
***
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ... (Sergey Yesenin)
gold autumn
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)
Before the rain
A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.
Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
(Nikolai Nekrasov)
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
(A.S. Pushkin)
The swallows are gone...
The swallows are gone
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flew
Yes, like a network, flickered
Over that mountain.
In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.
It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will leave - willy-nilly
It's hard - even cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
(A.A. Fet)
leaf fall
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there
through foliage
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
(Ivan Bunin)
Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn
Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Ice is fragile
on the cold river
as if
melting sugar lies;
Near the forest
like a soft bed
You can sleep -
peace and space!
Leaves fade
haven't made it yet
Yellow and fresh lie,
like a carpet. Glorious autumn!
frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature!
And bumps
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I'm flying fast
on cast iron rails,
I think my mind...
(N.A. Nekrasov)
