Poems about autumn for kindergarten students (4-5 years old)

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Hello, friends!

The golden time has come, cold nights and yellow-red foliage. The kids go to school and kindergartens. The days have become shorter. And in order to diversify your family leisure time, I suggest that you and your little children learn poems about autumn.

In any case, soon there will be matinees and holidays, at which children will happily read such quatrains.

This note will be useful to both preschool teachers and primary school teachers. After all, both of them always learn various kinds of poems by heart with children; seasonal ones are considered mandatory.

Feel the breath of autumn, rain and gloomy times with the children. But there are also bright colors in it, which are so beautifully composed in poetry. Read and remember Russian poets, but don’t forget about modern lyrics.

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Autumn. The leaves are spinning, There are puddles on the paths, And everywhere, like flowers, Umbrellas are blooming.

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Leaf fall, leaf fall Leaves are spinning and flying! Multi-colored, carved, As if painted with a brush... Autumn gave the paint, Spun the leaves in a dance.

A. Ryabinka

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Yellow leaves dance, fall from the branches, fly. This golden fairy tale is called “leaf fall”.

O. Kiseleva

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I’ll pick up a pile of leaves, Because they’re everywhere now. In October, both young and old watch the leaves fall.

L. Lukanova

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Leaf fall

Yellow, red leaf fall - Leaves are flying in the wind. What will happen to our garden if the leaves fall off?

F.Grubin

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Golden Rain

The leaves were filled with sunshine. The leaves are soaked in the sun. They filled up, became heavy, and flew in the wind, rustled through the bushes, galloped over the twigs, the wind swirls gold, makes noise like golden rain!

M.Lesovaya

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Autumn treasure

Yellow coins are falling from the branch... There's a whole treasure underfoot! This is golden autumn Gives leaves without counting. Golden leaves give to you, and to us, and to everyone.

I. Pivovarova

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Leaf fall

Foliage flutters in the air, All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves. We sit by the window and look out. The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! - and dive into a puddle.

Yu. Korinets

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Leaf fall

Wind, wind, wind, Wet leaves. Adults and children sit sadly. The prickly rain is pouring into the blackened garden. Clouds, clouds, clouds are flying across the sky.

V. Levin

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The yellow leaves are spinning, lying on the ground like a rug. A round dance of yellow leaves happens in autumn. This dance happens every year. What is it called?

V. Chernyaeva

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Autumn leaves

The birdhouse is empty, the birds have flown away, the leaves on the trees are also not sitting well. All day today Everyone is flying and flying... Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

I. Tokmakova

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Leaves

One, two, three, four, five Let's collect leaves. We will collect birch leaves, rowan leaves, poplar leaves, aspen leaves, oak leaves, and take an autumn bouquet to Mom.

N. Nishcheva

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Golden leaves fall, fly, Golden leaves cover the garden. There are a lot of golden leaves on the paths, We will make a nice bouquet out of them, We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table, Golden autumn has come to visit us.

E. Blaginina

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Leaf fall

Leaf fall, leaf fall, Yellow leaves are flying. Yellow maple, yellow beech, Yellow circle of the sun in the sky. Yellow yard, yellow house. The whole earth is yellow all around. Yellowness, yellowness, So autumn is not spring.

V. Nirovich

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Leaf fall

How beautiful the leaf fall is! Yellow leaves are flying! A golden whirlwind is spinning above the earth and above the water!

Autumn drops the rain and undresses the trees, covering everything around with a lush fairy-tale carpet!

E.Grudanov

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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 freeze, And there is nowhere to escape from the frost. The river is covered with a fox fur coat, but it trembles and cannot warm itself.

V.Shulzhik

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Mischief makers

A rain of mischievous leaves swirled above me. 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

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Fallen leaves The conversation is barely audible: - We are from maples... - We are from apple trees... - We are from cherries... - From aspen... - From bird cherry... - From oak... - From birch... Leaves are falling everywhere: Frost is on the verge!

Yu.Kapotov

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Boring picture! The clouds are endless, The rain keeps pouring down, Puddles by the porch... A stunted rowan tree gets wet under the window, The village looks like a gray spot. Why are you visiting us early, Autumn? The heart also asks for Light and warmth!..

A. Pleshcheev

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The leaves sparkle with bright colors - The wind blows - they fly around... Like butterflies, the leaves flutter, Spin in the sky, fly, fly They lie on the ground like a motley carpet They rustle under our feet - Everyone is talking about autumn coming soon

D. Gerasimova

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Yellow leaves dance, fall from the branches, fly. This golden fairy tale is called “leaf fall”.

There are a lot of yellow leaves everywhere. The target is looking for a den. The hedgehog climbed into the hole to sleep - That’s how it will spend the winter.

O. Kisileva

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Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling - In our garden the leaves are falling... Yellow, red leaves curl and fly in the wind. Birds fly south - geese, rooks, cranes. Now the last flock is flapping its wings in the distance. Let's take a basket in each hand, Let's go into the forest to pick mushrooms, The stumps and paths smell like delicious autumn mushrooms.

M. Evensen

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Leaf fall, leaf fall, Golden rain. Everything is flying, everything is flying Leaves, leaves, leaves! Different leaves, carved leaves, yellow, red - choose any. Along the path into the leaf fall We went out for a walk. And the guys had bouquets: “That’s what they are!” — left. Different leaves, Bright bouquets. We will remember this leaf fall for a long time!

N.Kapustyuk

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Leaves are falling and swirling both on the ground and on the roofs. They lie down with a quiet rustle. Nature breathes silence. Autumn tears off the leaves, First, painting them with variegated colors. And then he throws everything down. Well, what do we call it?

A. Kolomeytsev

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Suddenly it became twice as bright, the yard was as if in the sun’s rays - This golden dress was on the birch tree’s shoulders. In the morning we go into the yard - The leaves are falling like rain, They rustle under our feet And they fly... they fly... they fly... Cobwebs fly by with spiders in the middle, And cranes fly high from the ground. Everything is flying! This must be our summer flying away.

E. Trutneva

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Leaves are falling

Are the leaves falling, falling? In our garden the leaves are falling... Yellow, red leaves curl and fly in the wind. Birds fly south, Geese, rooks, cranes. Now the last flock is flapping its wings in the distance. Let's take a basket in each hand, Let's go into the forest to pick mushrooms, The stumps and paths smell like delicious autumn mushrooms.

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The leaves seem to have gone wild: They don’t like peace. The branches are bare in sadness They only follow the bustle: Multi-colored foliage, Not afraid of bad weather In a wondrous dance near the trunk Everything is spinning and spinning.

S. Kapitonova

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Above my head the falling leaves rustle. The wind swirls the strings of Leaves. These leaves are birds. The leaf-birds hesitate, knowing that earthly life awaits them below. Fox leaves, mouse leaves Crawling into holes and niches. A bare maple tree is getting wet in the distance, There are ship leaves in the puddles.

S. Ostrovsky

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Leaf fall

Leaf fall? Leaf fall! Autumn caulking forest. The hemp has flown in, the edges have become red. The wind flew past, The wind whispered to the forest: “Don’t complain to the doctor, I’m treating the freckled ones: I’ll tear off all the redheads, I’ll throw them into the grass!”

N. Egorov

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Why did the oak tree's leaves fall off?

Two vagrant cuckoos spoke at the edge of the forest: “Green oak, why don’t you fly after us? It will be sad alone on winter nights.” The green oak heard, thought for a long time, waved its branches for a long time, there was a lot of noise. During the night the leaves turned yellow and flew off the next morning.

V. Boyarinov

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Leaf fall

Yu.Kapotov

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Leaflets

Leaves, leaves are flying in the wind, quietly rustling under the children’s legs. And, swaying smoothly, they lead a round dance. And the autumn wind sings a song to them.

Now the leaves are flying to the right, now to the left, Our cheerful garden says goodbye to us. The leaves, swaying, dance in a circle. And the autumn wind sings a song to them.

A. Mashkantseva

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Leaf fall! Leaf fall! The entire park and garden are covered! Multi-colored carpets, Spread under your feet! I’ll catch the leaf in my hands and give it to my beloved mother! Autumn is deciduous, the most elegant!

L. Aleynikova

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The leaf says to Leaflet: “Let’s dance, brother, twist.” We'll just wait for the breeze. And Sister: - better polka! - Tango! - Waltz! - Quadrille! - Foxtrot! — The foliage rustles. And here it is: - Wind! - Wind! - Wind! - Ve... - Rolled across the foliage. The wind is also happy to meet you. Oh, what a leaf fall it was!

G. Ilyina

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And everywhere - leaf fall! Leaves fly under your feet. The mischievous wind is circling - Red leaves, golden... Forms a round dance, playing with the leaves. This autumn is coming to us - dear guest!

E. Pimenova

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E. Pimenova

Leaf fall, leaf fall, Leaves are falling, flying. The yellow leaves are spinning, and they all fall to the ground.

E. Pimenova

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How beautiful the leaf fall is! Yellow leaves are flying! A golden whirlwind is spinning above the earth and above the water! Autumn drops the rain and undresses the trees, covering everything around with a lush fairy-tale carpet!

E. Grudanov

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N. Kapustyuk

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Autumn - leaves - leaves are falling, Leaves - butterflies are flying. Yellow and red All colors are different. How glad the wind is to cause the leaves to fall. He flew in and whistled, the park rustled with leaves. Here the rain drops and drops, decided to wet us like this. Autumn is golden, clear, radiant, We love any of you: gray-brown-blue.

L. Kaplun

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Poems about autumn by A. S. Pushkin

I would like to highlight the poems of A.S. Pushkin as a separate point. And even if there are only so many autumn lines for little children, they are so wonderful.

Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush decay of nature, the forests dressed in crimson and gold, in their canopies the sound of the wind and fresh breath, and the skies are covered with wavy darkness, and the rare ray of sun, and the first frosts, and the distant threats of gray winter.

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Neater than fashionable parquet The river shines, dressed in ice. The joyful people of the boys cut the ice sonorously with their skates; The goose is heavy on red paws, Having decided to swim along the bosom of the waters, Steps carefully onto the ice, Slides and falls; The cheerful first snow flashes and curls, falling like stars onto the shore.

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October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off the last leaves from its naked branches; The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing, the stream is still murmuring behind the mill, but the pond has already frozen; my neighbor hurries to the departing fields with his desire, and the winter suffers from mad fun, and the barking of dogs awakens the sleeping oak groves.

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The sky was already breathing in autumn, the sun was shining less often, the day was getting shorter, the mysterious canopy of the forests was revealed with a sad noise, fog was settling on the fields, a caravan of noisy geese was stretching to the south: a rather boring time was approaching; It was already November outside the yard.

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It's a sad time! Ouch charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush decay of nature, the forests dressed in crimson and gold, in their canopies the sound of the wind and fresh breath, and the skies are covered with wavy darkness, and the rare ray of sun, and the first frosts, and the distant threats of gray winter.

How to teach poems about autumn with children 3-4 years old easily

Tell your child different rhymes and nursery rhymes that are easy to remember. This will better develop memory and teach the baby to rhythmic rhymes.
Read poetry with your child. Tell them yourself with pleasure and the child will repeat them.
Surrender to the rhythm. Make movements with your child to the rhythm of the poem. Steps, smooth arm movements, body swaying, and so on are suitable here.
Use learning toys: You say a line and throw a toy to your child. He repeats the line and throws it back to you.
Draw a poem together. You can even create your own album of memorized drawn poems and review it periodically, repeating the poems.
Play the verse. Learn it and ask your child to imitate the verse.
Walk outside and recite a poem. It will be a very interesting walk.

Autumn poems of the poet N. Zabolotsky

Autumn morning

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

September

The rain is pouring down large peas, the wind is breaking, and the distance is unclean. The tousled poplar closes with the silvery underside of the leaf. But look: through the hole of the cloud, Like through an arch of stone slabs, Into this kingdom of fog and darkness The first ray, breaking through, flies. This means that the distance is not forever curtained by Clouds, and, therefore, it is not in vain that, like a girl, a nut, flaring up, Shined at the end of September. Now, painter, grab brush by brush, and on a 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.

Autumn

When the day has passed and Nature does not choose the lighting itself, large rooms of autumn groves stand in the open air, like clean houses. Hawks live in them, crows spend the night in them, and the clouds above roam like ghosts.

The substance of the autumn leaves has dried up and covered the whole earth. In the distance, on four legs, a large creature walks, mooing, into a 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 the mass of the sun hangs like a misty ball above the earth, And the edge of the earth, shimmering, bleeds.

Rotating its round eye from under its eyelids, a large bird flies below. You can feel a person in her movement. At least it lurks in its embryo between two wide wings. The beetle opened its house between the leaves.

Architecture of Autumn. The location in it of the air space, groves, rivers, the 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 the house between the leaves and put out its horns and looked out. The beetle dug up various roots for itself and put them in a pile, then blew its little horn and disappeared again like a little god.

But then evening comes. Everything that was clean, spatial, luminous, dry - Everything became gray, unpleasant, hazy, indistinguishable. The wind drives smoke, rotates the air, leaves fall in heaps, and the top of the earth explodes with gunpowder.

And all nature begins to freeze. A maple leaf, like copper, Rings when it hits a small twig. And we must understand that this is an icon that nature sends to us as it enters another season.

Autumn landscapes

1. In the rain

My umbrella breaks like a bird, and breaks out, cracking. The damp rain hut is noisy and smoking over the world. And I stand in a tangle of cool, elongated bodies, as if the rain wanted to merge with me for a moment.

2. Autumn morning

3. Last Cannes

All that shone and sang, The forests disappeared into the autumn, And the heavens slowly breathe on the body with the last warmth. Fogs are creeping through the trees, The fountains have fallen silent in the garden.

Some motionless elands are blazing in plain sight. So, with her wings stretched out, the eagle stands on the ledge of a rock, and Fire stirs in her beak, emerging from the darkness.

Autumn maple (From S. Galkin)

The autumn world is meaningfully arranged and populated. Enter it and be calm in your soul, like this maple tree.

And if dust covers you for a moment, don’t die. Let the Dew of the fields wash your leaves at dawn.

When a thunderstorm and a hurricane breaks out over the world, They will force Your thin form to bow to the ground.

But even having fallen into mortal languor from these torments, Like a simple autumn tree, Be silent, my friend.

Don’t forget that the autumn maple will straighten again, not crooked, but wise from the mind of the earth.

A selection of poems about autumn to prepare for the holiday in elementary school.

Poems about autumn

Rain

R. Seph

Rain, Autumn drizzle.
It sows rain through a sieve. Gray smoke. Rain is an artist: He paints Puddles, And he plays the trumpets No worse. So the gray snow began to fall and lay thick. How good and sad. *** Leaf fall, leaf fall, Yellow leaves are flying. Yellow maple, yellow beech, Yellow circle of the sun in the sky. Yellow yard, yellow house. The whole earth is yellow all around. Yellowness, yellowness, So autumn is not spring. V. Nirovich
Listokhod

V. Shulzhik

Mischief makers

L. Razvodova

Autumn

I. Melnichuk

A flock of birds flies away, clouds rush around, sobbing. Like a thin blade of grass, an aspen trembles in the wind. I tell her: “Calm down, don’t be afraid of the White Winter.”

Autumn

M. Geller

Autumn gives miracles, and what miracles! The forests are decked out in golden hats. Red honey mushrooms are sitting in a crowd on a stump, And the spider is such a trickster! - The network is pulling somewhere. Rain and withered grass In the sleepy thicket at night Incomprehensible words are muttered until the morning.

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 the rain is pouring, This time of year is called autumn.

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 it!

Autumn

V. Schwartz

The tedious rain is pouring on the ground, and the space is drooping. Autumn unscrewed the sun, Like a light bulb installer.

Autumn

T. Belozerov

Autumn, autumn... The sun is damp in the clouds - Even at noon it shines dimly and timidly. From the cold grove, into the field, onto the path, a little hare blew out - the first snowflake.

Autumn

I. Vinokurov

Autumn is walking in our park, Autumn gives gifts to everyone: Red beads - Rowan, Pink apron - Aspen, Yellow umbrella - Poplars, Autumn Gives fruits to us.

Autumn

I. Maznin

Every day, the wind is sharper, Tearing the leaves from the branches in the forest... Every day, it’s early evening, And the daylight keeps getting late. The sun lingers, as if there is no strength to rise... That’s why the morning rises above the earth Almost at lunchtime.

in autumn

A. Efimtsev

In the crane-like sky the wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow: “Autumn. It's autumn again! Yellow shower of leaves, Sun below the pines. The willow whispers to the willow: “Autumn. Autumn soon!" White Weeping threw frost on the bush. The oak whispers to the rowan tree: “Autumn. Autumn soon!" The fir trees whisper to the fir trees in the middle of the forest: “Soon it will snow and snow soon!” *** A fox walked under a bush and burned the foliage with its tail. The fire climbed along the branches and the autumn forest burned. N. Krasilnikov
We gathered and flew

E. Golovin

The Ducks got ready and flew off on a long journey. Under the roots of an old spruce a bear is making a den. The hare dressed in white fur, the bunny became warm. The squirrel carries mushrooms in the hollow for a whole month. Wolves prowl the forests during the dark night for prey. A fox makes its way between the bushes towards the sleepy grouse. The nutcracker cleverly hides nuts in old moss for the winter. Wood grouse pinch the needles. Northern bullfinches have come to us for the winter.

The swans were flying away

V. Prikhodko

The swans flew away from north to south. The swans lost their white, white fluff. Either the swan's down glistens in the air, or the first snow is flying through our windows.

Harvest Festival

Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the squares with colorful foliage. Autumn feeds the birds, animals and you and me with a harvest. And in the gardens, and in the vegetable garden, And in the forest, and by the water. Nature has prepared all kinds of fruits. The fields are being harvested - People are collecting bread. The mouse drags the grains into the hole so that there will be lunch in the winter. The squirrels dry the roots and the bees store honey. Grandma makes jam and puts apples in the cellar. The harvest has arrived - Collect the gifts of nature! In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather, the harvest will come in handy!

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!

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!

Alexander Pushkin

Autumn

Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come, the flowers have dried up, and the bare bushes look sad. The grass in the meadows withers and turns yellow, Only the winter in the fields turns green. A cloud covers the sky, The sun does not shine, The wind howls in the field, The rain drizzles... The waters of the Fast Stream rustled, The birds flew away to warmer lands.

Colorful autumn

S. Marshak

Colorful autumn - evening of the year - Smiles brightly at me. But between me and nature a thin glass appeared. This whole world is in full view, But I can’t go back. I’m still with you, but in the carriage, I’m still at home, but on the road.

There is an initial autumn...

Fedor Tyutchev

In the primordial autumn there is 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 clear and warm azure is pouring onto the resting field...

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare, there is fog and dampness from the water. The sun quietly rolled down like a wheel behind the blue mountains. The dug-up road sleeps. Today she dreamed that there was very, very little time left to wait for the gray winter...

Before the rain

Nikolay Nekrasov

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

Autumn

Konstantin Balmont

The lingonberries are ripening, the days have become colder, and the bird's cry makes my heart sadder. Flocks of birds fly away, beyond the blue sea. All the trees shine in a multi-colored dress. The sun laughs less often, There is no incense in the flowers. Soon Autumn will wake up and cry awake.

Leaf fall

Ivan Bunin

The forest, like a painted tower, purple, golden, crimson, stands like a cheerful, motley wall above a bright clearing. Birches with yellow carvings Shine in the blue azure, Like towers, fir trees darken, And between the maples they turn blue Here and there in the through foliage Clearances in the sky, like windows. The forest smells of oak and pine, Over the summer it has dried up from the sun, And Autumn, a quiet widow, Enters its motley mansion...

in autumn

Afanasy Fet

When the through web carries the threads of clear days And under the villager’s window the distant gospel is heard more clearly, We are not sad, fearing again The breath of the near winter, And we understand the voice of the lived summer More clearly.

Golden autumn

Boris Pasternak

Autumn. A fairytale palace, open for everyone to see. Clearings of forest roads, looking into the lakes. Like at an exhibition of paintings: Halls, halls, halls, halls of elms, ash trees, aspen trees in unprecedented gilding. Linden golden hoop - Like a crown on a newlywed. The face of a birch tree is under a wedding and transparent veil. Buried earth Under leaves in ditches, holes. In the yellow maple outbuildings, As if in gilded frames. Where the trees stand in pairs in September at dawn, and the sunset leaves an amber mark on their bark. Where you can’t step into a ravine, So that everyone doesn’t know: It’s so raging that you can’t even take a step, There’s a tree leaf under your feet. Where the echo sounds at the end of the alleys at the steep descent And the cherry glue of dawn hardens in the form of a clot. Autumn. An ancient corner of old books, clothes, weapons, where the catalog of treasures is leafed through by the cold.

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, is also preparing for October... In the red leaves of the banks. Each leaf is like a flag!

The rain is flying

Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying and flying, You won’t get out of the gate. A damp fog creeps along the wet path. Autumn comes and sows fragrant mushrooms among the sad pines and fiery rowan trees!

Autumn

Novitskaya G.M.

I walk, I’m sad alone: Autumn is nearby somewhere. Summer drowned like a yellow leaf in the river. I throw him my last wreath. Only summer cannot be saved if the day is autumn