Autumn, autumn, you are beautiful!
Members mini- project – 3rd grade students
Supervisor: Vasilyeva Elena Anatolievna
Target :
explore the means and techniques used by poets, artists and
composers, creating images of nature and natural phenomena;
write a literary work on the autumn theme.
Tasks:
to form an idea of poetry as a special view of the world;
to teach to perceive the world around us alive and animated;
feel its beauty and defenselessness, empathize and sympathize with it;
develop cognitive and aesthetic experience, artistic taste,
poetic ear, artistic vigilance;
develop the basics of research, creative imagination,
figurative and logical thinking, attention, speech;
the formation of communication skills.
Project type:
content - interdisciplinary;
according to the form of organization - group, individual;
in terms of implementation - short-term;
according to the results of implementation - practical.
Stages:
Organizational stage (1 day)
Main stage (2 days)
III . Final stage (1 day)
Project progress:
.Organizational stage:
A conversation is held, as a result of which the students come to the nomination
hypotheses “How much do we know about autumn?”
Formulation of research questions / what you want to know about /
Each student chooses one of the proposed topics:
What is autumn?
What are the proverbs, sayings, riddles, nursery rhymes about autumn?
.Main stage:
Collection of information on topics /independent work/
Analysis of collected information /at school with a teacher/
Registration of works /independent work/
Creative work in progress /independent work/
. The final stage:
Report on the work done / at one of the lessons of literary reading /
Work protection
U. Fog swirls above the ground,
Knits a spider web.
Here is the red fox
Paints the leaves yellow.
Paints red, scarlet, blue,
Thins the paint with a shower.
Please solve the riddle:
Who is this fox?
D. - Autumn!
U.- By what signs did you recognize this season?
Why is autumn compared to a fox?
Which poet has a similar comparison?
D. - D. Kedrin "Autumn Song".
The forest lay under the mountain like a black-brown fox.
U.- Guys, for a long time we have been at various lessons - literature,
environment, work training, fine arts and
out-of-class time performed various types of creative work. And all of them were dedicated to this amazing time of the year - autumn. We have chosen a common name. Let's read:
Autumn, autumn, you are beautiful!
U.- Guys, why do you think we are so interested in this work?
What pushed us and wanted to try our hand at the role of artists,
publishers and writers?
Very beautiful poetic works met in literature, in the lessons
drawing, labor training performed a variety of work!
Guys, I suggest to keep researching and try to get into
some secrets of art.
Group work.
Tasks:
Pick up the missing words - verbs to make a rhyme.
1. Autumn motley ……….(came)
And set fire to the mountain ash.
Near them thrushes scurry
And the fruits are fire……….(peck)
2. ……. leaf fall in the grove (wandering)
Through bushes and maples,
Soon he ...... into the garden (peep)
Golden ringing.
The first letter is missing.
1. .... painted blue
….canopy
….sinka i like it
….chen.
….glitters on gilding,
….the bottom is just a pity - .... it flies.
2. ... the sunset flies behind the forest
…lye
…ists fly to the forest.
…the trees blushed in the flower beds in the garden
…pale shadows tremble on the pond.
Choose rhymes.
In the morning we go to the yard
Leaves fall like rain.
………………….. leaf fall
………………….. garden.
U.- Autumn is a skillful sorceress with a rich palette of colors. No other season has such a variety and riot of color. It's all mesmerizing, captivating, enchanting. You experience inexplicable happiness and slight sadness.
Analysis of works of art.
U.- Which of the great Russian poets sincerely loved autumn, was fascinated by it?
D.- A.S. Pushkin. "A sad time!"
U.- The poet, like with a brush - in a word draws a very vivid picture of golden autumn.
Let's read a poem
F. Tyutchev "There is in the autumn of the original ...".
Which look do you like the most and why?
What allowed us to present this picture so vividly?
What technique does the poet use? (personification)
Read the poem A. Maykov "Autumn".
Name the general concepts, words?
Do poets write the same way?
Read the poem N. Nekrasova "Glorious autumn!"
What words convey the poet's admiration for autumn?
How do poets talk about autumn?
What are personifications used for?
Group creative report.
Guys, you also visited the role of writers. They made up stories, described the autumn days.
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Autumn , autumn, autumn you are beautiful !
You are like a cloudy day.
We love you!
There would be no trees without you!
You prepare the trees for winter.
We all love you!
And respect! / Vasiliev Sergey/
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Vasiliev Sergey/
Time for philosophical reflections, hot coffee, a warm blanket and unhurried friendly conversations. A time of pleasant melancholy, contemplation of the uniquely beautiful autumn nature and reading new books. The time when people should warm each other: with their words, with their feelings, with their lips. This is autumn.
91 days of autumn. For some, this time is associated with the coming cold weather, bad weather and annoying rains. And for some, this time is associated with the warm light of the setting sun, cozy home evenings and carpets of colorful leaves in the parks.
In any case, autumn is an extraordinary phenomenon. But in autumn all thoughts fly south, and in the head it becomes quiet, empty and not tidy. So where can you find words to describe what autumn is? To do this, we have selected beautiful quotes about autumn and everything connected with it.
Autumn gives a feeling of real unreality.
Cool and funny quotes about autumn
Autumn is not a bad time, it is kind on the contrary. And it’s cold on purpose so that people hug more to keep warm.
No matter how cold autumn is, you can still be someone's spring.
Autumn can become warmer than summer, when the soul is dressed in love.
Most of all, this fall, I want to hear three main words: "They gave us heating."
Summer ends, autumn begins. As usual, life goes on!
Autumn is the only season that teaches. Summer has passed, well, let it be, we will light it in the fall!
October. The Christmas tree in my living room does not surprise guests so much anymore ...
- I love you, autumn!
- And I love you autumn-autumn!!!
Autumn has been fooling us.
Fall in love and meet, in the fall you still don’t care to do more.
Autumn is the second spring, when every leaf is a flower. Stunned, mid-October, and I still haven’t lost weight by the summer.
Damn autumn! Until the tan is gone - I have summer.
A routine check of pockets of warm clothes in the fall often leads to unplanned profits!
Everyone should find at least a couple of minutes to stop, sit, and watch the autumn leaves fall...
Autumn is a true season of freedom: instead of being green, the leaves can choose between yellow, red, brown, orange!
Neither coffee, nor a jacket, nor a blanket warms up ... Summer is ending ... What, autumn, hello ?! Short sayings about autumn, love and relationships
I love autumn, although I don't like the cold. But it is at this time that nature reminds me how important it is to appreciate warmth.
Autumn always and everywhere complicates things. Both in life and in relationships.
It's damp outside, the sky is crying, the sun is not warm: everything is so black and white... I wonder why? Maybe because it's autumn? No, you're just not around...
Autumn makes words warmer, kisses stronger, and love... Love does not depend on the season.
Autumn has touched you and me... It's cold without you, it's cool with you too... There is no longer that warmth that warmed us from the inside...
Autumn is the time of the year when you start to feel sad, but with the first snow you realize again that life is beautiful. In the spring, the heart makes mistakes, and in the fall it sums up.
You need to leave pleasantly and barely audibly, like the rustling of leaves in October.
Love! In winter from cold, in summer from heat, in spring from the first leaves, in autumn from the last: always from everything.
Love has its own laws of development, its own ages, just like human life. She has her own luxurious spring, her hot summer, and finally, autumn, which for some is warm, bright and fruitful, for others - cold, rotten and barren.
In autumn, you can become a concentration of warmth and love.
In every moment of autumn there is a piece of something beautiful. It's already autumn. And in the fall you should not be alone. Surviving autumn is hard enough.
Who can tell when summer turns into autumn. And who can notice the moment when love grows cold.
Autumn is like that moment in a relationship when the relationship is no more.
Autumn is when animals are looking for food to put on weight for the winter, and for humans, it is the time when they are looking for someone to sleep together on a cold night.
On a cloudy autumn morning, it would be better not to get out of bed for a longer time, sleep and dream, and after sleeping, demand a cup of hot coffee from a loved one right in bed.
You stand, inhale the frosty, refreshingly prickly air, and it's so quiet in your soul ... It's autumn. Quotes about autumn of great people
The leaves fall when the sun ceases to warm, in autumn, and the relationship between lovers ends when love ceases to warm.
Rugiya Mustafayeva
Autumn is coming, and spring is in my head ...
Avreliy Markov
In October, when the leaves have already turned yellow, withered, wilted, there are blue-eyed days; throw back your head on such a day so as not to see the earth - and you can believe: more joy, more summer ...
Evgeny Zamyatin
Winter is an engraving, spring is a watercolor, summer is an oil painting, and autumn is a mosaic of all three.
Stanley Horowitz
Autumn is the second spring, when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
Autumn is the last, most delightful smile of the year.
The first breath of autumn is just happiness after a hot and sultry summer.
Charlene Harris
Autumn is the last, most delightful smile of the year.
William Bryant
I can't stand missing out on something as beautiful as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend most of the day outside.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
October is a symphony of constancy and change.
Bonaro Overstreet
Well, there is autumn, it gently and gently prepares us for the cold. Favorite autumn. Time for reflection, hands in pockets, mulled wine in the evenings and pleasant melancholy…
Elchin Safari
Autumn is a sad time. But just not for me.
Autumn is a good start. Meditate, embroider, create your own blog - whatever. Learn new things. Think about happiness. Create happiness. Listen to the silence inside and outside. Listen to autumn. And close people. Definitely books. Listen and hear. Fill with secrets.
Julia Prozorova
Autumn is in the human soul. Like spring, summer, any season, any weather. And therefore, to the same rain, someone, with joy and a premonition of purification, will substitute his hands, and the other will frown heavily, brush his sadness into a random stream and tighten his cloak. The weather is in us, and it just rains. Deprived of shades of good and evil, joy and sadness, the rain falls through our souls.
Al Quotion
Autumn is a time when you can be sad for no reason.
Anton Chekhov
What is autumn - this is the sky,
Crying sky under your feet.
In the puddles, birds fly with clouds.
Autumn, I haven't been with you for a long time.
Yuri Shevchuk
Autumn is sad. A part of you died every year when the leaves fell, and the hungry branches were exposed to the wind, to the dank cold light. But you knew that spring would certainly come and the river would flow again, freed from ice. If the cold rains charge and kill the spring, it seems that someone young has died for no reason.
Ernest Hemingway
Autumn is the time of the year, immediately after which the expectation of spring begins. By the way, writer Gloria Mu believes that Russians owe the title of the most reading nation in the world to autumn. What else to do in such weather? I want to curl up in an armchair under a warm blanket, slip away from this dull autumn into strange, bright worlds. So tell autumn thanks for the opportunity to read a couple of good books.
And remember that even in the most mournful autumn rain, you should not forget that the sky is actually blue - you just need to wait a bit ... It's up to you to decide what this autumn will become for you - a dull time or an eye-catching charm!
Autumn is the time of the year when you want to wrap yourself in a blanket, pour a cup of fragrant tea and watch the drizzle and the dance of falling leaves through the window. And poems about autumn fit the weather itself - lyrical, sincere, beautiful and at the same time full of emotions. We offer you beautiful short and not very poems about autumn!
Beautiful poems about autumn for children 6-7 years old
September poem. Autumn gifts.
After August, September is not hot
Autumn opens up to you and me.
Gives colorful gifts
red apples, blue plums.
Pot-bellied watermelons
And the collapse of yellow melon bodies,
Grape juicy miracle clusters,
Bulk pumpkins - as much as you want.
Seed poured our sunflower
A handful in everyone's pocket.
Pickled red tomatoes
Gave September and flew away into the fog.
Poem about October. For mushrooms.
Mushroom rain opened the hunting season
On the mushrooms that hide in the forest.
Can't wait for Saturday with you
To visit the beauty of the forest.
Here the leaves on the birches turn yellow,
Aspens have crimson foliage.
Only pine trees in a narrow strip
They turn green in silence.
Those bird trills are not heard in the forest,
That reigned here all summer.
Birds have flown to warm countries
And without them, the forest is full of silence.
Sometimes a dry branch creaks
Under a gentle breeze,
On the autumn web sticks
From a pine needle. So easy
And while our basket is empty.
And let's visit the oak forest.
So it is: two hats stick out. backs
He hid a draft in the moss from the cold.
On a tight and appetizing leg
The white mushroom is sitting far away,
And almost at the very path
A Polish mushroom covered itself with a branch.
A whole flock of yellow chanterelles
They jumped out into the green moss at once.
Let's hurry up and take them. To the train
We succeed with the full we just.
A poem about November. Winter is coming soon.
November in the yard
The first ice in the puddles.
In November in a kennel
The dog Zhuzhik is hiding.
In November, you and I
It's cold without a hat.
In November the garden is empty
Cherry paws freeze.
Gray day in November
The sun sleeps behind a cloud.
And winter in the dark
The snow is prickly.
Short children's poems about autumn (for children 4-5 years old)
autumn rain
Rain dripping from heaven
This autumn has come to us,
There is a canopy for rain -
Mom took it from home.
It's an umbrella for the rain
In autumn, he is just right
Hides mom and me
Protect us from the water!
Birds in autumn
Very high in the sky
The birds have flown
Fly far away
To the land where there is no blizzard.
In autumn it happens
The birds are flying away
Gathering in a joint
The nests are leaving.
So pretty and easy
Above the top of the fir
Very high in the sky
The birds have flown.
A poem about autumn for a child 5-6 years old
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
Cute poems about autumn for children 3-4 years old
September Music
The rain started early in the morning
Drums blared.
Sounded concert from the roofs -
Do you hear the music, baby?
This is the music of the rain
This is the September song!
Funny poems about autumn for children 3-4 years old
Wasps are yellower by autumn,
Striped and meaner -
Apparently, grandmother's compote
It does not give them rest.
And jam, and jam
We have, and they
It's a shame.
V. Stepanov
Crow cries in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it!
E. Intulov
Poem about autumn for kids
Gloomy light rain
It drizzles more and more
It's cold bunny
Gray in more often.
A bear is furry
Found a lair
Will soon fall asleep
Rest a little.
leaf fall
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
A very cute verse about autumn - Uchi-uchi
under the birch
Under the aspen
barely moving,
Like a duck brood
Leaves float on the river.
- Don't forget, don't forget
Come back to us in the spring!
- Ooty-ooty! .. Ooty-ooty ...
The world of the forest subsides.
And mother trees stand
And they rustle anxiously
And look at the very best
yellow
small
leafing through...
M. Yasnov
Very beautiful poem about autumn
Autumn you are beautiful
Queen of the ball,
golden red,
Broke my heart.
Through rustling leaves,
I'm walking wearily
You with your beauty
Removed recent stress.
I'm happy with you
I'm easy with you
Spread generously
Gold by hand.
The clouds swirl
are floating by,
autumn golden,
Who did you love?
Follow you,
I'm walking straight
I am for you today
Inexpressibly glad!
Poem about November
November - completes the autumn nostalgia, which was full of beauty of colors. It brings us closer to winter time, where frost and the first snow have already appeared. This is how we say goodbye to autumn and welcome winter.
Here comes November
farewell month with autumn
Slowly came to us
And he became a little gray ...
We got used to the summer thunderstorms,
from long warm evenings.
And the frost descends like a veil
The work of the stored firewood has begun ...
We are destined to be friends with warmth
In any season
Get used to cherishing it
even fighting the weather...
And here is the familiar valley
Falls into a blessed dream
And the plain is seen as snowy,
where the wind gives her winter bow...
sad poem about autumn
Dive with me, autumn
Shut up and shut up
Autumn, sit down, cry with me
In excess of past years
Autumn - the season of the year Autumn, the continuation of all sorts of troubles
Autumn, you are my sister (someone has already sung about that),
Can not you see,
That I'm cold together.
Cold ... But what am I?
Where to get away from you
You bring darkness into the soul,
Autumn, you are sadder than the night
And now, at the beginning of the day….. Can you lift the veil of secrecy for me?
I live and many years. Questions like yesterday...
I remind myself of a crazy child. Autumn, where is that line after the line
Where it gets easy
And cozy - carefree
Eternal and light?
Autumn, where is my English plaid?
Does he need one?
After all, under it together, after all, it’s only cozy and warm
Autumn, where is my carelessness?
What prevented you from living sometimes
Chased her away to no honor
And I didn't become myself.
And you know, autumn
You are not the time where I am
I would sit with my beloved
Until the very morning.
In general, you hear, autumn is friendly
Even though I was born by you
I will wait for the winter cold
To stay there alone.
Lyric poem about autumn
Autumn in your city.
Cold air rushes into the lungs.
And the soul still asks for warmth.
Maybe it's not too late to bring summer back?
The maple leaf is spinning
In a dance with the wind, in my last.
I so wanted to fall in love!
And breathe the clear, spring sky!
So I wanted to decorate the world
Sparks of bright feelings and joy!
So I wanted to sing with happiness!
And share, share goodness!
Maybe there are more
Time to blossom and give beauty?
And give love?
And finally believe in a dream?
But…
Everything in life is vanity.
After all, someday we will not be.
Only in the autumn after a year
maple leaf
Do your dance.
My dear readers, and here again autumn has swirled ... And today I have an article for you for the soul. I want to invite you to read beautiful poems about autumn. Let's not be sad, but just take a little rest from the hustle and bustle of life, maybe we'll dream about something, remember something for ourselves, fill ourselves with autumn colors. And for those who are in the midst of summer, perhaps the mood will be closer in my article
Our time is only moving forward. I don’t know how the weather is with you, but we already feel autumn like that. And the rains began, and it’s already so cool in the morning, that juicy and green freshness is no longer there, the expectation of changes begins. And already you want to wrap yourself in something warmer, drink hot tea and read something for the soul.
To begin with, I want to invite you to put on a very quiet, just soft background melody and enjoy the mood from the authors of the poems. If music interferes with someone, distracts, you can return to it after reading. The composition of Ernesto Cortazar Autumn Rose sounds. Softly, soulfully, a little sadly, maybe music is pouring for all of us.
Beautiful soulful poems about autumn
Autumn. Why are there so many poems on the autumn theme? Have you thought? Perhaps simple words come to an end, and I want to express them in poetic lines ... Perhaps ... In them we will hear romanticism and tenderness, sadness and purity, hope and lyrics.
Poems of the classics about autumn
We will start our autumn walk with the poems of A.K. Tolstoy, written in 1874.
Transparent clouds calm movement ...
Transparent clouds calm movement,
Like a haze of sunlight taking over the light,
Now pale gold, now a soft blue shadow
Colors the distance. We have a quiet hello
The autumn is peaceful. No sharp outlines
There are no bright colors. Earth experienced
It's time for luxurious forces and powerful tremblings;
Aspirations subsided; other beauty
Changed the old jubilant summer
Strong beams no longer warmed,
Nature is all full of last warmth;
Still along the wet borders flowers flaunt,
And in the empty fields dried epics
Envelops a network of trembling web;
Spinning slowly in the windless forest,
A yellow leaf falls to the ground after a leaf...
September 1874
And here are the terms of poetry from Fyodor Tyutchev and Alexei Tolstoy.
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…
Autumn. All our poor garden is sprinkled,
Yellowed leaves fly in the wind;
Only in the distance they flaunt, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes are bright red withering mountain ash.
Joyful and sorrowful to my heart,
Silently I warm your little hands and press,
Looking into your eyes, silently pouring tears,
I can't express how much I love you.
A. Tolstoy
And here is the continuation of poems about autumn from Boris Pasternak.
Here comes autumn, summer is noisy,
She stepped back, proudly slamming the door.
Washing away the fun of ultraviolet light,
I am infected with red-yellow laziness.
I obey, hardly regretting
Tired holidays over the years,
Now I'm a hundred times sweeter
The rustle of fallen leaves underfoot.
Fly on, don't feel sorry for anything
Not scolding rainy weather,
In the blazing avenues of the park
I am now free.
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.
Soulful beautiful poems about the autumn of modern poets
Before us are poems about autumn from Eugenia Renard. Wonderful lines, so much in them. And our dreams, and autumn, special aromas that cannot be confused with anything, these are the colors of autumn. In a word, what we call the simple word "Autumn".
Autumn is a time to dream
Autumn is a time to dream and watch colorful dreams,
Wash down the cold with the best jasmine tea,
Do not feel spleen or false guilt
From the fact that the rains do not upset at all!
Autumn is the time of umbrellas that have long stagnated in the corner.
Time for new raincoats, boots in a multi-colored cage -
To personally know the depth and number of puddles,
And not sad to sigh and miss the past summer.
Autumn is the time of poetry with the inevitable presence of phrases
About a dull time, leaf fall, vagaries of the weather ...
Autumn is an occasion to think, to feel "here" and "now",
And, of course, to love contrary to all the laws of nature!
© Copyright: Evgenia Renard, 2012
And then we will listen to the autumn silence in a cozy poem by Larisa Kotovskaya “Autumn Candles”. Perhaps this is an occasion to light candles, read something sincere and be alone with your near and dear people. You don't have to wait for a reason...
autumn candles
Larisa Kotovskaya
Do you want silence? Come to Autumn!
It is quiet, gentle and very comfortable here,
no words needed, here you can be silent
After all, autumn is an evening by candlelight.
we don't wait for autumn, we don't tell her
hello, she is kind, she is beautiful,
we enter autumn with our hearts in the morning,
spinning in the dance of the leaves in the wind.
And suddenly it seems that everything will return,
like tender youth, love under the sun,
that time is just a game
and life will begin anew in the morning.
But autumn will fly by in a fallen color
and sing with hope without an answer,
why the words, is it not better to be silent,
After all, autumn is an evening by candlelight ...
A pleasant occasion to arrange such an evening by candlelight and read poetry, right? And then we will listen to the music of the winds. A poem with musical notes from Svetlana Pugach.
Remind me, autumn, the music of the winds
Svetlana Pugach
Remind me, autumn, the music of the winds,
Play the motive - simple and ingenious,
How can you - all without further ado,
Light, solemn, and a little sad.
Draw tenderness on the window with rain
dripping in the palm of your hand,
Be merciful and warm to me,
Let bad weather not touch your eyes with a tear.
In the fire of autumn sacrificial fires
Burning dying leaves
Keep your inherent goodness
And the wisdom of old, not forgotten truths.
Do not lose in the dank darkness
Minutes short, rare, but happy,
Be true to love and beauty
Wise as a woman, always patient.
I breathe you in with the fibers of my soul
And freeze my heart for a moment,
With my hand, autumn, write
A poem that suits you.
© Copyright: Svetlana Pugach, 2013
Passionately Happy Wine Autumn
Do you think that autumn is only sad? Let's read the lines of Elena Koida. It turns out that she can be so passionately happy ...
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Throwing light silk on the shoulders,
Places are lovely covered.
Slutty dozing autumn
Exposing your knees to the wind.
She slept, forgetting her worries,
No one dared to wake her up.
And the wind is quiet along the way
I had to tiptoe around.
He walked for a day, the second and third,
Then he could not contain the impulse.
And Autumn, noticing his ardor,
Covering eyes with hand
She clung to him with a tender body,
And surrendered to ardent feelings.
Oh, wind, what have you done!
Autumn disturbed passion!
Autumn burst into tears of happiness
Rivers of tears run everywhere.
And the wind blows away in a cloud
A mop of reddish hair.
@ Elena Koida
And now we have intoxicating wine aromas of warm autumn. Author of poems Bondaruk Olesya.
wine autumn
This warm wine autumn
Intoxicated by its beauty
And among the stillness of the pines
The birch leaf rings golden.
These groves are like an oasis in the steppe,
As a priceless gift for everyone,
Like shrines, like temples, like relics,
As a rite of expiation for sin.
Dress them up in autumn outfits,
Gives them dresses of delicate colors,
At parting they sing ballads
Birds, the way for which is ready.
In these groves the walks are leisurely,
They have an autumn scent,
In them dreams and thoughts are sinless,
They do not feel the bitterness of loss.
Autumn in the groves is gentle, like velvet,
Autumn in the groves beckons and intoxicates,
Again to the pines, like monarchs
Leaves give gold autumn.
Come enjoy the beauty
Come, just getting up from sleep,
To drink the clean air of the forest,
Like a sip of expensive wine.
This warm wine autumn
She's not sad, she's not sad
Wander between the birches and between the pines,
And she will help you forget everything.
Cleanse weary souls
The scent given to her
Admire how airy that forest is,
Its beauty is stronger in autumn.
Forgetting about the difficult between the pines,
Renewing your soul here,
Ah, the beautiful wine autumn,
I sing this song to you!
Autumn has a beautiful smile.
Elena Stepanova.
Autumn has a beautiful smile
In her women the kindest face,
And in her dresses, embroidered with gold,
Happiness sparkles - joyfully, easily.
The leaves lie like silk on the roads,
Children wander in the autumn park,
You go around the familiar thresholds
Gild the empty shores.
Shine like a magic star in the middle of the night,
Please don't hurry to leave
After all, you are beautiful golden autumn,
You are not in vain written poems.
Your scent swirls and intoxicates
You get drunk people without wine,
And the passing traveler will not leave -
Appreciate you with a gentle look.
Gold foliage under your feet,
Threw, not knowing shame,
Marking with golden fire,
Everything that was in life before you.
You came without sadness
Scorched my soul to the bottom,
And with your gentle hands
The world swayed in flames of fire.
The fire tongues fell from the branches
The word bright is a fiery sunset,
Many have given their hearts to you
For a playful - sly, red look.
You know how autumn leaves smell.
Elena Olkhovik
Do you know how autumn leaves smell?
Falling into the grass on a sunny day?
The tenderness of summer and the freshness of thoughts,
Starry spice, silver moons
With a lime taste, slightly sweet,
The tartness of maple and the ligature of oaks ...
Rainbow of summer sunrises, sunsets
They reflect the sun Love ...
Do you know how autumn leaves smell?
If their rain wet September?
The smell of mystery and the eternity of truths -
All that the Mother Earth grants,
As if preparing for a long hibernation
And covered with a shawl-leaves...
The rain will pour it abundantly, which means
The Earth will drink before the winter infusion ...
You know, there are many threads in Nature,
Bound tightly in a single pattern,
But in a series of these bright events
Autumn is pleasing to the eye.
Go outside on an autumn evening
Breathe in that fragrance
And until the time of the long-awaited spring
Save these days somewhere in your soul...
Do you remember the song "Autumn-she will not ask, autumn-she will come" performed by Garik Sukachev? And what wonderful lines of poetry. They were written by Irina Levinson, then she was 17 years old.
Autumn
Irina Levinzon
Autumn - she will not ask
Autumn - she will come.
Autumn is a question
Freeze in blue eyes.
Autumn will fall with rain
Will sweep with leaves ...
On deserted beaches
Will slowly wander.
Maybe you will notice
Red sadness of foliage,
Maybe you can answer me
What do you remember?
Or is this the sky
Blue like water?
Why haven't you been before?
Didn't come here?
Let me not dream of summer
I will smile at you.
And under the eyebrows somewhere
A little bit of sadness.
Somewhere beyond the blue of spring
Someone gets sad...
Autumn falls silently
Leaves on the way...
Rare soulful poems about the autumn of the Grand Duke, Konstantin Romanov
Fleeting dreams have passed!
Gone are the carefree days!
- Like birch leaves in autumn,
They sped away imperceptibly.
Everything that is bitter in the past is lived
Sick of my soul,
Though for a moment I forgot
Among these cloudless days...
But the end of the lush summer
A gray winter threatens us,
And to replace both heat and light
Cold and darkness come.
Get back to work
And take on the labor feat:
Be ready and sadness and care
To meet again with a brave soul.
Crimson maple, purple elm,
Golden birch...
How painfully in the heart gave
The colors of autumn are a threat to me!
Nature rainbow outfit
And the brilliance and the luxury of fading
With submissive sadness they say
It's almost time for goodbye.
Farewell to summer and warmth,
And lindens with faded leaves,
What, falling like a golden rain,
Rustling in the alley underfoot.
And with your bright beauty,
Birch, maple and purple elm,
Until the days when you have a new life
Wait for a new spring.
This is our autumn walk. I hope that you and I had a pleasant time, plunged into the world of poetry, read soulful poems about autumn. Wait, do not wait for us to fall, but anyway, because it comes. Most are happy with it. But some ... just need to enjoy it too ...
Think of us, Autumn, quiet and clear days,
A drop of luck, the sun in fate!
So that our hopes are not in vain,
The wind to howl less often in the pipe.
Wish us, Autumn, faith and patience,
News of good, good changes!
Do not hastily deprive the heart of inspiration,
Protect from sadness, pain, and problems.
Measure us, Autumn, wisdom and strength,
Everyone - a little bit, but do not be sorry!
Do not torment us with rain sometimes sad,
Dullness of benches in the silence of alleys.
Rash with an armful of leaves, make wishes come true,
We love your colors, smell and rain!
You do not listen, Autumn, to our lamentations,
We hear your steps! Just come!
I wish you all purity, inner happiness, harmony and new colors of life. We will also be filled with the happiness of autumn. Not to be sad, but to be filled, this is what I wish for all of us from the bottom of my heart.
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