Autumn golden dried flowers. Children's poems about autumn. Tree umbrellas

October
Berestov V.D.

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

Autumn
E. Intulov

A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!

Autumn
V. Schwartz

The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

Autumn
M. Khodyakova

If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova

The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

Autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

Leaf fall
Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
And they dive into a puddle.

Average:

***
N. Krasilnikov

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.

The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.

Autumn
I. Melnichuk

A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.

Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.

I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.

***
V. Nirovich

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.

Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Alexander Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,

In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Mischief makers
L. Razvodova

Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?

Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

Colorful autumn
S.Marshak

Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.

This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road. Available in the initial autumn...
Fedor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...
Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

The swans were flying away
V. Prikhodko

The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.

Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.

Autumn
T. Belozerov

Autumn, autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.

From the cold grove
In the field, on the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.

in autumn
Afanasy Fet

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Autumn
I. Maznin

Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.

The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.

The rain is flying
Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms! Autumn
Novitskaya G.M.

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
Summer has drowned.

I throw him a circle
Your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
If the day is autumn.
Autumn
Tokmakova I.P.

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.

All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

***
A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

***
A. S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.

Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Leaf walker
V. Shulzhik

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.

The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.

Autumn
L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...

Rain
R. Seph

Rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sows rain through a sieve
The smoke is gray.

Rain is an artist:
He's drawing
Puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.

So the gray snow began to fall,
Lay down thickly.
How good is it?
And sad.

Autumn
I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:

Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,

Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

Autumn
M. Geller

Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.

A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.

Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Large:

Before the rain
Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.

Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

Autumn
Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Autumn
Ivan Demyanov

On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!

In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!

Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!

Leaf fall
Ivan Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.

The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

Giants:

in autumn
A. Efimtsev

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"

Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"

Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"

Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
"It'll snow soon
And it will start snowing soon!”

***
Lyudmila Kuznetsova

The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?

Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?

Packed up and flew
E. Golovin

Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.

The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.

Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.

The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.

Autumn
Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Glorious Autumn
ON THE. Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

The swallows have disappeared...
A.A. Fet

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
You look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

Indian summer
D.B. Kedrin

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.

Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

Autumn has come
Sadovsky Mikhail

The branches are bare
knocking
Black jackdaws
they scream.
Rare in clouds
bluish tint.
Autumn has come.

Wet day
and lethargic.
Light in the morning
tired.
The rain is mowing down
mows.
Autumn has come.

The piece of ice will crunch
loudly
The bird will scream
thin.
As if there is
will ask.
Autumn has come.

Black nests
empty.
Have become smaller
bushes.
Wind leaves
wears.
Autumn. Autumn. Autumn

Harvest Festival
Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.

And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.

The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.

Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.

The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

Golden autumn
Boris Pasternak

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

Autumn in the forest
From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)

Autumn in the forest every year
Pays gold for entry.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"I'm freezing..." -
And shivering from the cold.

And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"What a dress!
What a beauty!"
The leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.

And the birch tree whispers:
"I'm chilling!..."
Lost weight at the oak tree too
Gilded fur coat.
The oak realized itself, but it’s too late
And he makes noise:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"

Deceived by gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.

AUTUMN THROUGH THE EYES OF CLASSICAL POETS

And every autumn I bloom again.

(A.S. Pushkin)

There is in the initial autumn

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

( F . Tyutchev)

Late autumn time

Late autumn time
I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden,
When he is in the quiet half-darkness,
As if in a drowsiness, embraced

And white-winged visions
On the dull lake glass
In some kind of bliss of numbness
They will become rigid in this semi-darkness...

And to the porphyry steps
Catherine's Palaces
Dark shadows are falling
October early evenings -

And the garden darkens like oak trees,
And under the stars from the darkness of the night,
Like a reflection of the glorious past,
A golden dome emerges...
(F. Tyutchev)

October has already arrived...

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

(A. Pushkin)

The sky was already breathing in autumn...

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

(A. Pushkin)

Glorious Autumn

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

(N. Nekrasov)

Before the rain

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

(N. Nekrasov)

Autumn

Autumn has come; bad weather
Rushing in clouds from the seas;
The face of nature is gloomy,
The sight of naked fields is not cheerful;
The forests are dressed in blue darkness,
Fog is walking over the ground
And darkens the light of the eyes.
Everything is dying, growing cold;
The distant space turned black;
White day frowned;
The rains poured incessantly;
They moved in with people as neighbors
Longing and sleep, melancholy and laziness.
It’s just that the old man’s illness is boring;
Exactly the same for me too
Always watery and annoying
Stupid idle chatter.

(A. Koltsov)

in autumn

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

(A. Fet)

The sheets trembled, flying around

The leaves trembled, flying around,
The clouds of the sky covered the beauty,
An evil storm burst from the field
It tears and rushes and howls in the forest.

In a warm nest barely visible,
Svetlogruda, light, small,
Not alone in the storm.

And the roll call of thunder roars,
And the noisy darkness is so black...
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest it is barely visible.
(A. Fet)

The swallows have disappeared...

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

(A. Fet)

Everything around is tired

Everything around is tired: tired and color of heaven,
And the wind, and the river, and the month that was born,
And the night, and in the greenery of the dim sleeping forest,
And the yellow leaf that finally fell off.

Only the fountain babbles in the middle of the distant darkness,
Speaking about life invisible, but familiar...
O autumn night, how omnipotent you are
Refusal to fight and deathly languor!
(A. Fet)

Leaf fall

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

( AND . Bunin)

Autumn. thicket of the forest

Autumn. Thicket of the forest.
Dry swamp moss.
Lake Beleso.
The sky is pale.
The water lilies have bloomed,
And the saffron bloomed.
The paths are broken,
The forest is both empty and bare.
Only you are beautiful
Although it has been dry for a long time,
In the hummocks by the bay
Old alder.
You look feminine
Into the water, half asleep –
And you'll turn silver
First of all, to spring.
(I. Bunin)

October dawn

The night has turned pale and the moon is setting
Across the river with a red sickle.
The sleepy fog in the meadows turns silver,
The black reeds are damp and smoking,
The wind rustles the reeds.

Quiet in the village. There is a lamp in the chapel
It fades, burning wearily.
In the tremulous twilight of a chilled garden
Coolness flows from the steppe in waves...
The dawn is slowly dawning.
(I. Bunin)

Autumn

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

(K. Balmont)

in autumn

Autumn has come

The flowers have dried up,

And they look sad

Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow

Grass in the meadows

It's just turning green

Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky

The sun doesn't shine;

The wind howls in the field;

The rain is drizzling.

The waters began to rustle

of the fast stream,

The birds have flown away

To warm regions.

(A. Pleshcheev)

Boring picture

Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
(A. Pleshcheev)

Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling

Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind;
They only show off in the distance, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
The brushes are bright red withering rowan trees.

My heart is happy and sad,
Silently I warm and squeeze your little hands,
Looking into your eyes, I silently shed tears,
I don't know how to express how much I love you.
(A. Tolstoy)

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
We have to wait for the gray winter.

Oh, and I myself am in the ringing thicket
I saw this in the fog yesterday:
Red moon as a foal
He harnessed himself to our sleigh.
(S. Yesenin)

Golden leaves swirled

Golden leaves swirled
In the pinkish water of the pond,
Like a light flock of butterflies
Freezingly, he flies towards the star.

I'm in love this evening,
The yellowing valley is close to my heart.
The wind boy up to his shoulders
The hem of the birch tree was stripped.

Both in the soul and in the valley there is coolness,
Blue twilight like a flock of sheep,
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and die.

I've never been thrifty before
So did not listen to rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To capsize into the pink waters.

It would be nice, smiling at the haystack,
The muzzle of the month chews hay...
Where are you, where, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?
(S. Yesenin)

Golden autumn

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

( B . Parsnip)

Autumn

And again, like in the sweet years
melancholy, purity and miracles,
looks into the limp waters
ruddy thinning forest.

Simple as God's forgiveness
The transparent distance widens.
Ah, autumn, my delight,
my golden sadness!

It's fresh and the cobwebs are shining...
I rustle, I walk along the river,
through the branches and clusters of rowan
I look at the quiet sky.

And the wide vault turns blue,
and flocks of nomadic birds -
that timid children's lines
in the desert of ancient pages...

(V. Nabokov)

Beginning of autumn

The webs are floating
Above the sleepy stubble.
The rowan trees are turning red
Under every window.
They wheeze in the morning
The cockerels are young.
Rains lightly
Mushrooms fall out.
Tractor drivers sing
Going out into the cold.
Villages are getting ready
For Harvest Day.

(A. Tvardovsky)

Forest in autumn

Between the thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Made a noise at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
You can't hear the birds. Small cracks
Broken branch
And, flashing its tail, a squirrel
The light one makes a jump.
The spruce tree has become more noticeable in the forest -
Protects dense shade.
The last aspen boletus
He pulled his hat on one side.
(A. Tvardovsky)

In October

In October, in October

Frequent rain outside.
The grass in the meadows is dead,

The grasshopper fell silent.

Firewood has been prepared

For the winter for stoves.

(S. Marshak)

Indian summer

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.

Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

( D. Kedrin)

Threw off the green summer caftan

Summer has thrown off the green caftan,
The larks whistled to their heart's content.
Autumn, dressed in a yellow fur coat,
I walked through the forests with a broom.
So that she comes in as a zealous housewife
In the snowy forest towers
A dandy woman in a white swing -
Russian, rosy winter!

(D. Kedrin)

Autumn morning

The lovers' speeches are cut short,
The last starling flies away.

Silhouettes of crimson hearts.



Moving heaps of leaves.
(N. Zabolotsky)

September

The rain is throwing down big peas,
The wind breaks, and the distance is unclean.
The tousled poplar closes up
Silvery underside of the sheet.
But look: through the hole of the cloud,
Like through an arch of stone slabs,
In this kingdom of fog and darkness
The first ray breaks through and flies.
This means that the distance is not curtained forever
Clouds, and, therefore, not in vain,
Like a girl, flushed, a nut
It started shining at the end of September.
Now, painter, grab it
Brush by brush, and on the canvas
Golden like fire and garnet
Draw this girl for me.
Draw, like a tree, an unsteady
Young princess in a crown
With a restlessly sliding smile
On a tear-stained young face.
(N. Zabolotsky)

Autumn

When day and light have passed
Nature does not choose itself,
Autumn groves large premises
They stand in the air like clean houses.
Hawks live in them, crows spend the night in them,
And the clouds above, like ghosts, wander.

Autumn leaves dried substance
And the whole earth was covered. In the distance
A large creature on four legs
Mooing, he goes into the foggy village.
Bull, bull! Are you really no longer a king?
The maple leaf reminds us of amber.

Spirit of Autumn, give me strength to wield the pen!
The structure of air contains the presence of diamond.
The bull disappeared around the corner
And solar mass
Hangs like a misty ball above the ground,
And the edge of the earth, shimmering, bleeds.

Rotating the round eye from under the eyelids,
A large bird is flying below.
You can feel a person in her movement.
At least he's lurking
In its embryo between two wide wings.
The beetle opened its house between the leaves.

Architecture of Autumn. Location in it
Airspace, groves, rivers,
Location of animals and people
When rings fly through the air
And curls of leaves, and special light, -
This is what we will choose among other signs.

The beetle opened its house between the leaves
And with his horns out, he looks out,
The beetle dug up various roots for itself
And puts it in a pile,
Then he blows his little horn
And again he hides like a little god.

But then evening comes. Everything that was pure
Spatial, luminous, dry, -
Everything became gray, unpleasant, hazy,
Indistinguishable. The wind blows smoke
The air rotates, the leaves fall in heaps
And the top of the earth explodes with gunpowder.

And all nature begins to freeze.
A maple leaf is like copper
It rings when it hits a small twig.
And we must understand that this is an icon,
which nature sends us,
Entering a different time of year.

(N. Zabolotsky)

Autumn landscapes

1. In the rain

My umbrella is torn like a bird,
And it breaks out, cracking.
It makes noise over the world and smokes
Damp rain hut.
And I stand in the weave
Cool elongated bodies,
It's like it's raining for a moment
He wanted to merge with me.

2. Autumn morning

The lovers' speeches are cut short,
The last starling flies away.
They fall from the maples all day long
Silhouettes of crimson hearts.
What have you done to us, autumn!
The earth freezes in red gold.
The flame of sorrow whistles underfoot,
Moving heaps of leaves.

3. Last Cannes

All that shone and sang,
The forests disappeared into the autumn,
And slowly breathe on the body
The last warmth of heaven.
Fogs creep through the trees,
The fountains fell silent in the garden.

Some motionless eland
They burn in plain sight.
So, stretching out her wings, the eagle
Standing on the ledge of a rock,
And it moves in its beak
Fire emerging from the darkness.

(N. Zabolotsky)

Autumn maple
(From S. Galkin)

The autumn world is meaningfully arranged
And populated.
Enter it and be at peace with your soul,
Like this maple.

And if dust covers you for a moment,
Don't be dead.
Let your sheets be washed at dawn
Dew of the fields.

When will the storm break over the world?
And a hurricane
They will make you bow to the ground
Your thin figure.

But even having fallen into mortal languor
From these torments
Like a simple autumn tree,
Shut up, my friend.

Don't forget that it will straighten up again,
Not twisted
But wise from earthly understanding,
Autumn maple.

(N. Zabolotsky)

Autumn

There was a late wind,
Carried the ashes of rotten leaves
And dregs, like from plates,
Spilled out of puddles.

The bunch of rowan trees was glowing.
And the forest, recently dense,
The foliage shone gloriously,
Became visible to everyone.

It was like a close home
Where the wallpaper was torn off,
There are no lamps overhead, -
You will find out, but with difficulty.

To different ends
Folding your curtains
And having taken down my pictures,
The residents have left.

Rain flowed from the darkness,
The smell of prey lingered,
And it's like they've been burned
Wet trunks.

Oh, sweet homes!..
In vain my heart is sad:
Everything will be straightened out skillfully,
Winter will whiten everything.
(K. Vanshenkin)

Autumn has just started working...

Autumn has just begun to work,
I just took out my brush and cutter,
I put some gilding here and there,
here and there I dropped the crimson,
and hesitated, as if deciding
Should she be accepted this way or that way?
Then he despairs, mixing colors,
and in embarrassment he takes a step back...
Then he will go to pieces with anger
he will tear everything apart with a merciless hand...
And suddenly, on a painful night,
will find great peace.
And then, having put together
all efforts, thoughts, ways,
paints a picture like this
that we won’t be able to take our eyes off.
And let us become quiet, involuntarily embarrassed:
what to do and what to say?
...And she is still dissatisfied with herself:
they say, it didn’t work out that way again.
And she herself will destroy it all,
the wind will blow it away, it will flood with rain,
to get rid of winter and summer
and start again in a year.

(Margarita Aliger)

Early autumn

Autumn is early.
Leaves are falling.
Step carefully into the grass.
Each leaf is a fox's face...
This is the land on which I live.

Foxes quarrel, foxes are sad,
foxes celebrate, cry, sing,
and when they light their pipes,
It means the rain will come soon.

Burning runs through the trunks,
and the trunks disappear into the ditch.
Each trunk is the body of a deer...
This is the land on which I live.

Red oak with blue horns
waiting for an opponent from silence...
Be careful:
an ax underfoot!
And the roads back are burned!

But in the forest, at the pine entrance,
someone actually believes in him...
There's nothing you can do about it:
nature!
This is the land I live on
(B. Okudzhava)

Autumn

Love's sublime origins
forests and pastures are preserved.
Invisibly Pushkin's lines
intertwined in the autumn leaf fall.

And among the sensitive silence
in the font of golden sleep
The soul is full of charm
And she is full of bright thoughts.

Native poetry freedom
embraced both the distance and the heights,
that where is Pushkin, where is nature,
go try and figure it out...

(N. Rachkov)

Poems for the Miss Autumn contest:

Autumn has come...

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Autumn song

Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad.

The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

Autumn

I recognize you, sad times:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark,
And destruction everywhere you look.
Faded leaves are falling from the tree,
In the field, the bushes were turning yellow;
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Autumn is boring!.. Yes, it's you!
I recognize you, sad times
A time of difficult and bitter worries:
A heart that once loved so passionately,
There is a deadening oppression of doubt;
They go out quietly one after another
Proud youth's holy dreams,
And gray hair shows through...
Old age is boring!.. Yes, it’s you!

Website “Mom can do anything!” I collected the most beautiful poems about autumn for children. They will create a special autumn mood, as well as introduce you to the features of nature at this time of year. These poems will not only broaden your horizons, but also show your child all the beauty of golden autumn.

These verses are suitable for memorizing, for reading in kindergarten or school. They can be told at an autumn festival or simply read after a walk in the park.

Autumn
If in the trees
the leaves have turned yellow,
If the land is far away
the birds have flown away
If the sky is gloomy,
if it rains,
It's that time of year
It's called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)

Autumn

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.
(G.M. Novitskaya)

In the aspen forest

In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)

The rain is flying

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog creeps in. Around the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(Ivan Demyanov)

Leaf fall

Leaf fall,
Leaf fall!
Yellow birds are flying...
Maybe it's not birds
Are you getting ready for a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to relax?
He will rest,
Will gain strength
And back to us
Will come back.
(I. Bursov)

Autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.
(I. Pivovarova)

Autumn tears

Cried at night
Yellow maples.
We remembered the maples,
How green they were.
From yellow birch
It was also dripping.
So, birch too
I cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A.S. Pushkin)

***
Plums are scattering in the garden,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To berths unknown in life. And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?
Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?
(Lyudmila Kuznetsova)

***
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...
Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.

(E. Trutneva)

Autumn
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...

(L. Tatyanicheva)

September
Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
(I. Tokmakova)

Leaf fall
Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! —
and dive into a puddle.
(Yu. Korinets)

Autumn
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder. Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress. The sun laughs less often,
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily. (Konstantin Balmont)

***
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
(Alexey Pleshcheev)

October
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!
(V.D. Berestov)

Autumn song
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad. The birds have flown away,
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

(Alexey Pleshcheev)

Mischief makers
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.
(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 banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!
Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!
(Ivan Demyanov)

Indian summer

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.
Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
A bitch has wrapped itself around it. Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
(D.B. Kedrin)

October
It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.

November
Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.
(A. Berlova)

Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields. A cloud covers the sky,
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
(Alexey Pleshcheev)

Autumn
Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.
(M. Geller)

***
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
(N. Krasilnikov)

in autumn

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. It's autumn again!”
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
“It will soon sweep
And it will start snowing soon!”
(A. Efimtsev)

Harvest Festival
Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me. And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits. The fields are being harvested -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter. Squirrels are dried, roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar. The harvest is good -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

(Tatiana Bokova)

Autumn
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

(I. Vinokurov)

Autumn
Slow down, autumn, don’t rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...
(L. Tatyanicheva)

***
Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.
(V. Nirovich)

Leaf walker

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.
(V. Shulzhik)

Autumn
The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.
(I.P. Tokmakova)

***
October has already arrived -
the grove is already shaking off
Latest sheets
from its naked branches;
The autumn chill has breathed in -
the road is freezing. The murmur is still running
behind the mill there is a stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And they suffer in winter
from mad fun,
And wakes up the dogs barking
sleeping oak groves.
(A.S. Pushkin)

***
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter... (Sergei Yesenin)

Golden autumn
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)

Before the rain
The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.

Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

(Nikolai Nekrasov)

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.

Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

(A.S. Pushkin)

The swallows have disappeared...
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.
(A.A. Fet)

Leaf fall
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there
through foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.

The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
(Ivan Bunin)

Glorious Autumn
Glorious Autumn
Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Ice is not strong
on the chilly river
As if
melting sugar lies;
Near the forest
like in a soft bed,
You can get some sleep -
peace and space!
Leaves fade
haven't had time yet
They lie yellow and fresh,
like a carpet. Glorious autumn!
Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature!
And the bumps
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I'm flying fast
on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
(N.A. Nekrasov)

Autumn is a “sad time...”, the favorite time of year for poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Poems about autumn will “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “are dazzling” with epithets-leaves... Feel the breath of autumn in autumn poems for children and adults.

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Autumn poems for children, poems by Pushkin, Yesenin, Bunin about autumn

Poems about autumn: A. S. Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

AUTUMN

(excerpt)

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
The whole team rushed into the garden,
Shurochka came running.

The leaves (can you hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Shower of lace leaves
Rustle about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Swept three leaves,
I approached the teacher:
- Things are going well!
(I’m working hard, keep in mind, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka...)

How does the link work?
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, or in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
The leaves rustle sadly:
Shurochka, Shurochka...

Poems about autumn:

Alexey Pleshcheev

Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..

AUTUMN SONG

Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad.

The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

AUTUMN

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Poems about autumn:

Ivan Bunin

LEAF FALL

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

There are dry corn stalks in the fields,

Wheel marks and faded tops.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.

Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Cliffs of rocks. It's night and here we go
To the dark shore. At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.

“Can you see the water?” - “I see only mercury
Foggy shine..." Neither sky nor earth.
Only the shine of stars hangs below us - in the muddy
Bottomless phosphoric dust.

Poems about autumn:

Boris Pasternak

GOLD AUTUMN

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolay Nekrasov

UNCOMPRESSED BAND

Late fall. The rooks have flown away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,

Only one strip is not compressed...
She makes me sad.

The ears seem to whisper to each other:
“It’s boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,

It's boring to bow down to the ground,
Fat grains bathing in dust!

Every night we are ruined by the villages1
Every passing voracious bird,

The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting?

Or are we worse born than others?
Or did they bloom and spike unharmoniously?

No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
The grain has filled and ripened within us.

It was not for this reason that he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will scatter us?..”

The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.

He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, I didn’t have the strength to start the work.

The poor guy is feeling bad - he doesn’t eat or drink,
The worm is sucking his aching heart,

The hands that made these furrows,
They dried up into slivers and hung like whips.

As if laying your hand on a plow,
The plowman walked thoughtfully along the strip.

Poems about autumn:

Agniya Barto

We didn't notice the bug
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's alive for now,
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a living beetle there!
Let's open the frame!

Poems about autumn:

V. Stepanov

SPARROW

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.

Poems about autumn:

Konstantin Balmont

AUTUMN

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Poems about autumn:

Apollo Maykov

AUTUMN

There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.

Cheeks burn from the cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your feet!

I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest took away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower has tied;

The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Doesn't hang near the stump
Purple of lingonberry clusters;

Lying on the leaves for a long time
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...

The leaves rustle underfoot;
Death lays down its harvest...
Only I am happy at heart
And I sing like crazy!

I know, it’s not for nothing that among the moss
I picked early snowdrops;
Down to the autumn colors
Every flower I met.

What did the soul tell them?
What did they tell her?
I will remember, breathing with happiness,
On winter nights and days!

The leaves rustle underfoot...
Death is laying down its harvest!
Only I am happy at heart -
And I sing like crazy!

Autumn leaves are circling in the wind,

Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!”

Their royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring matures in him.

Poems about autumn:

Nikolay Ogarev

IN AUTUMN

How good the spring bliss was sometimes -
And the soft freshness of green herbs,
And leaves of young fragrant shoots
Along the trembling branches of the awakened oak forests,
And the day has a luxurious and warm glow,
And a gentle fusion of bright colors!
But you are closer to my heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest falls on the soil of a compressed cornfield
The yellowed leaves are blowing with a whisper,
And the sun later from the desert heights,
Filled with bright despondency, he looks...
So the peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.

Poems about autumn:

Alexander Tvardovsky

NOVEMBER

The Christmas tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidied up before dark and is empty.
And naked as a broom,
Clogged with mud by the dirt road,
Blown by ash frost,
The vine bush trembles and whistles.

Between the thinning tops

Blue appeared.
Made a noise at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
You can't hear the birds. Small cracks
Broken branch
And, flashing its tail, a squirrel
The light one makes a jump.
The spruce tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
Protects dense shade.
The last aspen boletus
He pulled his hat on one side.

Poems about autumn:

Afanasy Fet

IN AUTUMN

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Poems about autumn:

Fedor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

Poems about autumn:

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

Children's poems about autumn

E. Trutneva

In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...

Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.

Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.

A. Berlova

NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

SEPTEMBER
Autumn has brought out the colors,
She needs a lot of painting:
Leaves are yellow and red,
Gray – the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.

****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
The crops have been harvested, the hay has been cut,
Both the suffering and the heat have gone away.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Autumn is in the yard again.

Golden shocks of straw
They lie on collective farm currents.
And guys dear friend
They are in a hurry to go to school.

****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson...
It's good to wander with a basket
Along the edges and clearings!

We are walking, and under our feet
A golden rustle is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
It smells like forest freshness.

And behind the foggy haze
The river sparkles in the distance.
Spread it out in the clearings
Autumn yellow silk.

A cheerful ray through the needles
He penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!

There are beautiful maples on the hillocks
Scarlet flames burst into flames...
How many saffron milk caps, honey fungus
We'll pick it up in the grove in a day!

Autumn is walking through the forests.
There is no time more beautiful than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.

Y. Kasparova

NOVEMBER
Forest animals in November
They close the doors in the minks.
Brown bear until spring
He will sleep and dream.

SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why can't they stay at home?
September asks them: “In the south
Hide from the winter blizzard."

OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like something out of a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?

I. Tokmakova

SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.

Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they fall under my feet like a bright carpet.
It's like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
Maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy...
I throw my leaves up at random -
I can arrange leaf fall too!

AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
The ground froze overnight,
All the hazel is in silver.

The belated redhead shudders,
Pinned down by a broken branch.
On his chilled skin
The light drops tremble.

Scared away the alarming silence
In a lightly dormant forest
Moose roam cautiously,
They gnaw the bitter bark.

****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
The birches have unbraided their braids,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars were flooded.

The willows have drooped by the pond,
The aspen trees began to tremble,
Oak trees, always huge,
It's like they've become smaller.

Everything became quiet. Shrunk.
Drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is beautiful
Looked better by winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
Autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind swirls.

There are yellow leaves,
There are red leaves.
Let's put it in a wallet
We are different leaves!

The room will be beautiful
Mom will say “thank you” to us!

****
Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying,
It's a fun day.
Sees off kindergarten
The kids are going to school.

Our flowers have faded,
Birds fly away.
- You are going for the first time,
Study in first grade.

Sad dolls sitting
On an empty terrace.
Our cheerful kindergarten
Reminisce in class.

Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We'll be with you at school.