Golden autumn is a sad time for the birds to fly away. Poems for children on the theme "autumn". Autumn wind: someone walks at the gate

Evil autumn breeze
I plucked a leaf from a bush.
For a long time he spun with a leaf.
Circled above the trees
And then on my knees
Put down a yellow leaf.
Touched cold face:
"Get a letter!
Autumn sent you
And a bunch of yellow
red,
different letters
Threw.
(E. Avdienko)

2. Late autumn

The shore is timid
Brittle ice falls.
Sad gray cloud
Floats along the bottom of the pond.
Harsh breathes in autumn
Clear water.
Trees shed their leaves
Facing the cold.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

3. In the aspen forest

In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)

4. Sad time! Oh charm!

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. S. Pushkin)

5. Rustled underfoot

Rustled underfoot
Leaves with yellow sides.
It became damp, it became naked,
You have to get ready for school.
I barely have a notebook
Placed in my portfolio
Among the rowan berries,
maple and aspen leaves,
Acorns and russula…
And, probably, Olezhek,
My desk mate will ask:
"What is all this?" "It's Autumn"...
(T. Agibalova)

6. Golden grove

Autumn! The grove is golden!
golden, blue,
And flies over the grove
A flock of cranes.
High under the clouds
The geese are responding
With a distant lake, with fields
Forever goodbye.
(A. Alien)

7. Carpet tracks

Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane hushed up the conversation.
On the paths where the summer ran,
Multi-colored carpet lay down.

The sparrow was sad outside the window,
Unusually quiet at home.
On autumn carpets
Winter is slowly coming.
(V. Orlov)

8. Raindrops are flying

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps in.

By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(I. Demyanov)

9. Plums fall off in the garden...

Plums fall in the garden
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To piers unknown in life.

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

Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
(L. Kuznetsova)

10. Autumn has come

Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.

The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.

The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.

It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
(E. Arsenina)

11. Autumn in the dance is crying softly

Dissolved autumn braids
Blazing fire.
More often frost, less often dew,
Rain - cold silver.

Autumn bared her shoulders
In the neckline all the trees -
Soon the ball, farewell party...
The leaves are waltzing.

Chrysanthemums with marvelous fur
Decorate autumn outfit.
The wind is not a hindrance to the ball -
Louder music a hundred times!

Unleashed autumn braids,
The wind ruffles silk hair.
More often frost, less often dew,
Sweeter is the smell of late roses.

Autumn in the dance is crying softly
Lips tremble in a whisper.
In puddles, sad eyes hide.
The birds are circling mournfully.

Holding out a leaf like a hand
Waving sad "Goodbye" ...
Autumn, feeling parted,
Whispers tearfully: "Remember ..."
(N. Samoniy)

12. Autumn conversation

Kalina said to Kalina:
- Why are you, girlfriend, in a rut?
Why such a cloudy view?
What is the pain in your heart?
Kalina answered Kalina:
- That's why the torment gnaws at me,
That winter is already on the threshold,
What is already on the approach of a blizzard,
After all, not without reason - think for yourself! -
Our branches flew around yesterday! ..
(A. Kaminchuk)

13. Autumn

If in the trees
the leaves turned yellow
If in a distant land
the birds have flown
If the sky is gloomy
if it's raining,
It's the time of year
called autumn.
(M. Khodyakova)

14. Elk echo

The moose trumpeted anxiously:
Summer was - end-chi-moose.
And the forest alarm
Rolled along the road.

He flew up to the clouds with the wind,
Ran along the fox trails.
And from the trees with a yellow echo
Dropped autumn leaves.
(V. Stepanov)

15. Gathered and flew

Gathered and flew
Ducks on a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
The bear is making a lair.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny got warm.
Wears a squirrel for a whole month
For reserve mushrooms in the hollow.
The wolves roam the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
The fox is escaping.
Hides the nutcracker for the winter
In the old moss nuts cleverly.
Capercaillie pinch needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northerners-bullfinches.
(E. Golovin)

16. I walk, I'm sad alone

I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle -
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.
(G. Novitskaya)

17. Autumn worries of a hare

What's on the rabbit's mind?
Prepare for winter.

Obtain not in the store
Down jacket excellent winter.

white-white whiteness,
To run in it until spring.

The former became cold,
Yes, and - gray, and - too small.

He is in the winter of the enemy pack,
Like a target on a slope.

It will be safer in the new
Not more noticeable to dogs and owls.

White snow and white fur -
And warmer and more beautiful than all!
(T. Umanskaya)

18. October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!
(V. Berestov)

19. Leaf: quiet, warm, gentle autumn

Quiet, warm, gentle autumn
wilted leaves spread everywhere,
paints in lemon, orange color
light.
On sidewalks, lawns, alleys
she pours them, not sparing at all, -
hung over the window in the web
sheet.
Open the window. And a trusting bird
on my palm, spinning, sits down,
light and cold, gentle and pure
sheet.
Wind gust. The leaf flies from the palm
here he is on the next balcony,
moment - and, bypassing the wide cornice,
way down!
(A. Starikov)

20. Autumn wind: someone walks at the gate

Someone walks at the gate -
That will touch the branch
That will collect blades of grass
And throw it up.

That will begin to bend the mountain ash
At a crowded dacha,
Here he began to blow into the puddle,
Like hot tea.

And does not freeze without a coat
On a chilly blue evening...
This someone is nobody
He is the autumn wind.
(L. Derbenev)

21. From dawn to dusk

Forests are turning
In painted sails.
Autumn again
leaves again
Without beginning, without end
Over the river
And at the porch.

Here they are floating somewhere -
That back
And then go ahead.
From dawn to dusk
The wind is tearing them apart.

all day long
The rains are slanting
Pulling threads through the woods
As if mending painted
Golden sails...
(V. Stepanov)

22. Autumn. Silence in the dacha village ...

Autumn. Silence in the dacha village,
And desert-voiced on earth.
Gossamer in transparent air
Cold as a crack in glass.

Through the sandy pink pines
The roof is bluish with a cockerel;
In a light, hazy velvet sun -
Like a peach touched with fluff.

At sunset, magnificent, but not sharp,
The clouds are waiting for something, frozen;
Holding hands, they shine
The last two, the most golden ones;

Both turn their faces to the sun
Both fade from one end;
The elder bears the feather of the firebird,
The youngest is a fluff of a fire-chick.
(N. Matveeva)

23. Soon white blizzards

Soon white blizzards
Snow will rise from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes have flown.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings -
Fly away, fly away!

Leaf sways patterned
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.

Showered, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks have also flown away.
(E. Blaginina)

24. Leaf fall

Leaves flutter in the air
All Moscow is in yellow leaves.
We are sitting at the window
And we look outside.
Leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into the puddle.
(Yu. Korinets)

25. Rowan

Look! Aspens blushed,
Birches stand in yellow shawls ...
At the forest prima donna rowan
The beads burn like a scarlet ruby.
Dressed up like a princess
At a sumptuous autumn feast.
She is a forest mermaid, probably
Braided the braid in the morning.
(L. Chadova)

26. First of September

A huge bouquet is walking along the road.
In shoes - legs,
Above - takes.
Walking to school
Bouquets of flowers -
Each
By the academic year
Ready.
(B. Belova)

27. On the road, on the path

On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.

The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.

In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
(L. Nelyubov)

28. Leaf fall

leaf fall,
Falling leaves!
Yellow birds fly...
Maybe it's not a bird
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flying away to rest?
will rest,
Strength will be gained
And back to us
Will return.
(I. Bursov)

29. Colored autumn

Colored autumn - evening of the year -
I smile lightly.
But between me and nature
There was thin glass.

This whole world is at a glance,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the car,
I'm still at home, but on the road.
(S. Marshak)

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30. Leaf fall

fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible.
- We are from maples ...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From bird cherry ...
- From oak ...
- From a birch ...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!
(Yu. Kapotov)

31. Autumn walks along the path

Autumn walks along the path
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light
Lost somewhere summer.
Autumn walks, autumn wanders,
The wind blew the leaves off the maple tree.
New carpet underfoot
Yellow-pink maple.
(V. Avdienko)

32. September elegant ...

In red boots, in a yellow suit,
September came out in a fashionable outfit.
In a wheat curl, to the envy of the virgins,
The viburnum ruby is skillfully woven.

Walking like a dandy on the grasses of the meadow,
He brings gifts to his friends.
Aspens in a grove, in a birch forest
Waiting for the color of honey and gold in braids.

Handed out all the colors September is generous,
But there was not enough pine and cedar,
And linden and oak are not enough of them ...
Calls September to help his brother.

In an amber tailcoat, to the sound of streams,
October feasts in gardens and parks,
And gold pours of various samples.
November, all in white, is on the way.
(I. Rasulova)

33. Autumn signs

thin birch
Dressed in gold.
Here comes the sign of autumn.

The birds are flying away
To the land of warmth and light,
Here is another one for you
Autumn omen.

Sowing rain drops
All day since dawn.
This rain too
Autumn omen.

Proud boy, happy:
After all, he is wearing
school shirt,
Bought in the summer.

Girl with a briefcase.
Everyone knows that this is
Autumn coming
True omen.
(L. Preobrazhenskaya)

34. Empty birdhouse

Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
(I. Tokmakova)

35. Autumn Gamma

Empty siskin's nest.
Before.
Autumn day in the yard.
Re.
The wind howls outside the door.
Before. Re. Mi.
Bright days empty column.
F.
The whole earth turned white.
La.
Ice in the puddles, like salt.
Salt.
Wear a warm hat.
Si.
Before. Re. Mi. F. Salt. La. Si. Before.
Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain.
Snow!
(Luchezar Stanchev)

36. Autumn has come

The rowan became sweet ...
All the grass is like a broom ...
Ant carries a club
In a warm anthill...

Saw in an anthill
From it logs ...

Because it has come
Autumn... unfortunately...
(A. Anpilov)

37. Look how beautiful the day is

Look how beautiful the day is
And how clear the sky
As the ash tree burns under the sun,
Maple burns without fire.

And circles over the meadow,
Like a firebird, a crimson leaf.

And scarlet like rubies
Rowan berries bloom
Waiting for guests
Red-breasted bullfinches...

And on a hillock, in red leaves,
As if in lush fox fur coats,
majestic oaks
With sadness look at the mushrooms -

old and small
Russula scarlet
And purple fly agaric
In the middle of wormholes...

The day is drawing to a close,
Goes to sleep in the red tower
The sun is red from heaven...
The leaves are fading.
The forest fades.
(I. Maznin)

38. Birds fly away

The birds are being escorted
On the way to the forest:
long echo
Flying into the sky.
The birds are being escorted
Meadows on the way:
Herbs have grown
In big stacks.
Even after them
Like a wing
scarecrow waving
Empty sleeve.
(V. Stepanov)

39. Leaf fall

Ice crunches underfoot
I can not see anything. Darkness.
And the leaves rustle - invisible,
Flying from every bush.
Autumn walks the roads of summer
Everything is quiet, it's easy to rest.
Only in the sky is festive from the light -
The sky lit up all the constellations! ..
Similar to golden leaves
Stars are falling from the sky... flying...
As if in the dark starry sky too
Autumn leaves have arrived.
(E. Trutneva)

40. Doctor Autumn

On the spines of hedgehogs
Two mustard plasters lie.
So someone put them on
But where is this doctor?
The forest sighed
And dropped the leaves...
- Guessed! It's Autumn!
(E. Grigorieva)

41. All trees fall asleep

All the trees fall asleep
Leaves fall from the branches.
Only spruce does not crumble -
She never sleeps.
Fear of rest does not give:
Wouldn't oversleep New Year!
(M. Schwartz)

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42. Harvest Festival

Autumn decorates the squares
Multicolored foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens, and in the garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the mink,
To have lunch in winter.
Root squirrels dry,
bees store honey.
Grandma cooks jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
Harvest was born -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
(T. Bokova)

43. Golden autumn of wonderful beauty

Blue skies, bright flowers
gold autumn wonderful beauty.
How much sun, light, gentle warmth,
Autumn gave us this Indian summer.
We are glad for the last warm, clear days,
Honey mushrooms on stumps, cranes in the sky.

As if an artist with a bold hand
Painted birch trees with golden paint,
And, adding red, painted the bushes
Maples and aspens of wondrous beauty.
It turned out autumn - do not take your eyes off!
Who else can draw like this?
(I. Butrimova)

44. Autumn miracle

It's autumn now, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.

The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings mournfully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.

And this wish came true
Having fun kids:
Miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
(N. Samoniy)

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45. Autumn awards

swayed
Noisy
In the dark thicket
Pines, firs!
Encounter with the wind
So happy:
He gives them
Rewards!
Attaches
"Order of the Maple"
On the uniform
Pine green.
red order,
notched,
with golden
Border!
And handily
medals
each spruce
The winds have come!
golden
Yes, pink
"Aspen",
"Birch"!
(A. Shevchenko)

46. Autumn wind

Rain. Clouds over the earth
An uninterrupted sequence.
Under the bush, dry is sad
Empty nest.

The wind spins and rushes -
Whirlwind of leaves, noise and groan,
Maybe turn into a storm
Did he think this time?

The rain subsides in the evening.
Dreams roam in the night garden.
And curled up in a ball, the wind
Sleeping soundly in an empty nest.
(N. Zverkovskaya)

47. Good sorceress

In a golden carriage
What about the playful horse
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything:
Bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Miracle is surprised.
Everything around sparkles
Everything spills over.
(Yu. Kapustina)

48. Autumn in the forest

Autumn forest every year
Pays gold to enter.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"Stin..." -
And shivering from the cold.

And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"Well, the dress!
What a charm!"
Leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch whispers:
"I'll chill!..."

Lost weight at the oak
Gilded coat.
The oak caught on, but it's too late
And he roars:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.
(A. Gontar, translated by V. Berestov)

49. Mischievous

circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.
(L. Razvodova)

50. Slow down, autumn

Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains
Spread your fogs
on the rough river surface.

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

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

51. Wasps

Wasps are yellower by autumn,
Striped and meaner -
Apparently, grandmother's compote
It does not give them rest.
And jam, and jam
We have, and they
It's a shame.
(V. Stepanov)

52. Autumn blanket

On the trees
There are few leaves.
On the ground -
Overwhelming.

From patchwork
Blanket
goodbye
Autumn
Sewing.
(S. Ostrovsky)

53. The approach of autumn

Gradually getting colder
And the days got shorter.
Summer is running fast
A flock of birds, flashing in the distance.

Already the rowans have turned red,
The grass has become withered
Appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.

In the morning the fog swirls
Motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
Like a hot summer day.

But the wind barely blows
And autumn leaves
Flickers in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
(I. Butrimova)

54. September makes us sad with tears of rain...

September makes us sad with tears of rain...
Already under the silver more than once the herbs were hidden,
In the puddles in the morning transparent frames,
Rowan under the window blushed like a child ...
The river runs, hurries, trying to avoid
A languid sleep and a long captivity...
And the maple birch whispers with inspiration,
How can he wait patiently...
(O. Kukharenko)

55. September

It suddenly became twice as bright,
Yard in the sun
This dress is golden
At the birch on the shoulders.
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
Cranes are flying.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
(E. Trutneva)

56. Sad autumn

Leaves flew away
Follow the birds.
I am red autumn
I miss you day after day.

The sky is sad
The sun is sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
(N. Samoniy)

57. Autumn fairy tale

The fairy tale begins
Autumn is quiet.
She walks through the forest
Like a moose
Can't see
Don't hear
As follows the branches.
But behind it we are with you
Let's hurry ourselves.
You see it flared up
Clusters of September rowan.
You see, the mushroom turned red
Under the ringing aspen.
Hangs in a light haze
On the pine cobweb.
Summer is tangled up in her
Aspen leaf.
(G. Novitskaya)

58. Why do trees shed their leaves in autumn?

Why are trees in winter?
Stripping around?
And trees also need
Undress before bed!
(V. Orlov)

59. Autumn seamstress

So that the little earth winters without hassle,
Autumn sews a patchwork quilt for her.
The leaf is neatly sewn to the leaf,
The stitch adjusts with a pine needle.

Leaves to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here next to the crimson lilac lies down,
Although very golden to the taste of the seamstress,
Will fit and brown, and even spotted.

The thread of the web fastens them carefully.
More beautiful than this, you will not find pictures.
(T. Gusarova)

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60. Autumn treasure

Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)

61. Aspen

In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms

That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.
(R. Sef)

62. Trouble

It's still winter
But not for fun
Drags the squirrel into the bins
Berries, nuts...

Where to get sweets in winter
For kids
And for guests?
(V. Stepanov)

63. It's overcast outside the window

It's overcast outside the window... So what?
I am enjoying this beautiful day.

I look into the lakes-heavens, I melt in them,
Sailing into the sky-high distances.

I inhale the aroma of leaves with bitterness.
I love gossamer lace.

And I rejoice in the moment I live
Drawing unearthly inspiration.

It's overcast outside the window... So what?
I am enjoying this beautiful day...
(N. Pristi)

64. Autumn, autumn

Autumn, autumn.
Please visit!
autumn, autumn,
Stay for eight weeks:
With rich bread
With high sheaves
With leaf fall and rain
With a migratory crane.
(I. Surikov)

65. Falling leaves

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
yellowness, yellowness,
So autumn is not spring.
(V. Nirovich)

66. Falling Lesson

And in pairs, in pairs after her,
For my dear teacher
Solemnly we leave the village.
And in the puddles from the lawns there was a lot of foliage!

"Look! On the dark Christmas trees in the undergrowth
Maple stars burn like pendants.
Bend over for the prettiest leaf
Veins of crimson on gold.

Remember everything, how the earth falls asleep,
And the wind covers it with leaves."
And in the maple grove lighter and lighter.
All new leaves fly off the branches.

We play and rush under the leaf fall
With a sad, thoughtful woman nearby.
(V. Berestov)

67. October came

October has come. Brought under the crowns
Your torch - the forests flared up.
One pine tree with green fire
Laughs in autumn's eyes.
The wind blows through the alleys
With golden foliage at the wedding.
And the forest is sad for bird trills,
Spill pensive calm.
(L. Bochenkov)

68. Autumn

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

Leaves yellow downpour,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"

Frost on the shrub
He threw on a white cloak.
The oak whispers to the mountain ash:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming soon!"

Fir trees whisper
In the middle of the forest:
"Soon will be swept
And he'll wind up soon!"
(A. Efimtsev)

69. Until next summer

Quietly the summer is leaving
dressed in leaves.
And stays somewhere
in a dream or in reality:
silver fly
in spider webs
undrunk mug
steam milk.
And a glass stream.
And warm earth.
And above the forest glade
buzzing bumblebee.

Autumn comes quietly
dressed in mist.
She brings rain
from foreign countries.
And a yellow heap of leaves,
and the scent of the forest
and dampness in dark burrows.

And somewhere behind the wall
alarm clock until dawn
chirping on the table:
“Until bu-du-sche-th-let,
to bu-du-sche-go-le- ... "
(Tim Sobakin)

70. Complains, cries

Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides tears
Under someone else's umbrella...

Sticks to passers-by
Bores them -
different, different,
Sleepy and sick...

That makes you tedious
windy longing,
That breathes a cold
Moist city...

What do you need
Weird madam?
And in response - annoying
Whip on wires...
(A. Herbal)

71. Autumn assignments

Morning in the forest
Above the silver thread
Spiders are busy -
Telephone operators.
And now from the Christmas tree
To the aspen
Like wires, they sparkle
Cobwebs.
Calls are ringing:
- Attention! Attention!
Listen to autumn
Tasks!
Hello, bear!
- I'm listening to! Yes Yes!
- Not far off
Cold!
Until the winter came
To the threshold
Do you need urgently
Find a den!
The bells are ringing
At squirrels and hedgehogs,
From the top
And to the lower floors:
- Check it out soon
Your pantries -
Are there enough supplies
For wintering.
The bells are ringing
At the old swamp:
- Herons have everything ready
For a flight?
Everything is ready for departure!
- Good luck!
Don't forget again
Look in!
Linden bells are ringing
And for maple:
– Hello! Tell,
Who is on the phone?
– Hello! By the phone
Ants!
– close
Your ants!
Tell me, is this a river?
River, river!
- And why for crayfish
No place?
And the river says:
- These are lies!
I will show you,
Where do crayfish hibernate?
- Hello guys!
Good afternoon guys!
Already on the street
It's cold!
Time for the birds
Hang out feeders
On the windows, on the balconies,
On the edge!
After all, the birds
Your faithful friends
And about our friends
You can't forget!
(V. Orlov)

72. In October

The gray day is shorter than the night
Cold water in the river
Frequent rain wets the ground
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold arrives
Houses are warming up.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

73. The forest also smells of mushrooms

The forest smells like mushrooms
And the leaf didn't come off
At the aspen.
And from the browned rowan
More heat of summer
Didn't disappear.
Haven't told everything yet
Stream,
living under the roots.
But the rain
Already in a hurry for us
Like forests
Didn't see it!
(G. Novitskaya)

74. Ooty-ooty

under the birch
Under the aspen
barely moving,
Like a duck brood
Leaves float on the river.

- Don't forget, don't forget
Come back to us in the spring!
- Uchi-uchi!.. Uchi-uchi...
The world of the forest subsides.

And mother trees stand
And they rustle anxiously
And look at the very best
yellow
small
leafing through...
(M. Yasnov)

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75. Autumn

A flock of birds fly away
Clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
Aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.
(I. Melnichuk)

76. Leaf fall

Fallen leaves crunch underfoot
The whole earth, covered with a multi-colored carpet,
And maple autumn cold flame
Sparkles in the sun like a farewell fire.

And the wind plays with a rowan branch
And the clusters flash in the autumn foliage.
There has long been a sign among the people,
With a lot of mountain ash - for a cold winter.

The last daisies have golden eyes
Reminded again of the departed warmth
And drops of dew, like living tears,
From their white cilia flow at dawn.

And the wind drives the fallen leaves
And the cranes fly like a sad wedge.
I have a train that rushed from summer to autumn,
A yellow ticket will wave in the distance.
(I. Butrimova)

77. Autumn is coming

Following the summer
Autumn is coming.
yellow songs
The wind sings to her
Red under your feet
spreading leaves,
white snowflake
Flying into the blue.
(V. Stepanov)

78. Leaf walker

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves ...
leaf fall,
change of seasons,
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river freeze,
And there is nowhere to go from frost.
The river was covered with a fox coat,
But trembling
And can't get warm.
(V. Shulzhik)

79. November

Maples are flying faster and faster,
Darker and darker the low vault of heaven,
Everything is clearer, how the crowns are empty,
All you hear is how the forest grows numb,
And increasingly hiding in the darkness
The sun that has cooled to the ground ...
(I. Maznin)

80. Night leaf

I was sitting today
before dark
Near the open
Window.
Suddenly on the windowsill
lay down
Golden
Little leaf.
Damp outside the window
And dark.
Here he flew
To my window.
He is trembling.
And it is clear that this is why
The tail is wiggling
Him.
(V. Orlov)

81. Swans flew away

swans flew away
From North to South.
Lost swans
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff
Shines in the air
Whether through our windows
First snow
Flies.
(V. Prikhodko)

82. Autumn tears

Wept at night
Yellow maples.
Remember maples,
How green they were.
from yellow birch
It also dripped.
So birch too
Cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)

83. Summer ends

Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
(I. Tokmakova)

84. Naughty rain

Rain, rain, you listen:
Don't walk barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears cold in a knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)

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Autumn in the park

Autumn is walking in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads - rowanberry,
Umbrella yellow - poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

September first

A huge bouquet is walking along the road.
In shoes - legs,
Above - takes.
Walking to school
Bouquets of flowers -
Each
By the academic year
Ready.

Autumn,
autumn…
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
on the path
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.

In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms
That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.

September

In september, in september
Silver herbs in the morning
Like silver saucers
Puddles sparkle at dawn.

The garden, like an empty house, is open.
The air smells like apples.

Into silence
woven
Gossamer gray hair.

I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
Summer is gone.

I throw him a circle -
Your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
If the day is autumn.

The sky was cloudy in the morning

The sky was cloudy in the morning
And everything seemed dull.
Autumn loves to cry
Rain on the ground.
Likes to rustle leaves
And pluck them from the trees.

Rain, rain, drip, drip!

Rain, rain, drip, drip!
You wouldn't drip on dads
You would not drip on moms -
It would be better to come to us:
Dads - damp, moms - dirty,
You and I are great!

Autumn on the fox

See all: in all its glory
Autumn rushes on the fox.
And where the fox will wag its tail,
Everything turns red in place:
Paint with a red brush
She is grass and leaves.
And the bushes will turn red
Paths, streets, bridges,
Houses and late flowers...
Look: you are not red-haired either!

A hedgehog curled up under a bush
Wet and prickly.
And the rain falls over the forest,
Dispersing clouds.
Dressed in red leaves
Smiling stump.
Stayed dry all summer
And now it's soaking wet.

Falling, falling leaves.
Leaf fall in our garden...
yellow, red leaves
They curl in the wind, they fly.

Birds fly south
Geese, rooks, cranes.
Here is the last flock
Wings flapping in the distance.

Let's take a basket in our hands,
Let's go to the forest for mushrooms
Stumps and paths smell
Delicious autumn mushroom.

I decided to say goodbye to the summer

I decided to say goodbye to the summer,
Suddenly the river became cloudy
Birds became a friendly flock
Go on vacation.
And so that everything becomes like in a fairy tale,
Giving beauty to the earth
Year spilled colors for autumn
From the boxes of September!

Autumn has come

Autumn has come,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.

Summer has passed

Summer, giving away warmth,
Bored and gone.
The wind tore the leaves
And scattered under my feet.
The sun hid behind the clouds
Gray day bored with rain.
And for some reason crying, crying -
Here's the problem.
Let's ask him.
The rain will answer: - Just autumn ...

Summer flies away

It suddenly became twice as bright,
Yard as in the sun.
This dress is golden
At the birch on the shoulders ...
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly, fly, fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle.
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everyone is flying! It must be
Our summer is flying by.

leaf fall

Here comes autumn

Here is autumn before us:
The field is compressed, the meadow is mowed.
And over the forest shoals
The geese are heading south.
Behind the barn a stack of straw
And rowan in the yard
From the window of my home
It can be seen by rural children.
Frequent rain in the window ringing.
Wind roaming everywhere
Golden leaves drives
By silver water.

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.

Trees in autumn

Birch braids unraveled,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars flooded.
Willows drooped by the pond,
Aspens trembled
Oaks, always huge,
It's like they've gotten smaller.
Everything calmed down, cringed,
It drooped, turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
She got better for the winter.

Autumn at the edge of the paint bred,
On the foliage quietly brushed:
The hazel turned yellow and the maples blushed,
In autumn purple, only green oak.
Autumn comforts:
— Do not regret the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!

gold autumn

Early autumn is a great time. The heat subsides, and the scorching sun no longer heats the air so much. The day is still long. A light warm breeze is blowing. Silk butterflies fly above the ground, rejoicing at the flowers that have not yet withered. Poems about autumn describe how the leaves slowly begin to turn yellow, redden and dry. Some are still green. Falling from the trees, they are freely carried by the breath of the wind and cover the ground with a lush multi-colored carpet. Autumn forest turns into an extraordinary fairy tale. The lines immerse children in colorful pictures of a beautiful golden autumn. Such a time brings joy and happiness to little lovers of long walks. Collecting beautiful bouquets of yellow carved leaves of maple, oak, aspen, kids bring them home as nice gifts to mothers and grandmothers. Unusual fun - going out into the garden, bathe in the rustle of leaves blown into large yellow heaps. The rains in the poems plentifully water the earth, preparing it for the cold and washing away the usual summer landscapes.

Autumn melancholy

Late autumn is coming. The summer heat is gone. The days are getting shorter. Flocks of migratory birds fly to the southern regions. Winter is coming. In quatrains, sadness about the impending cold and farewell to the cheerful sunny months is comparable to an irresistible longing that torments the soul. Like saying goodbye to a good old friend or reminiscing about beautiful moments gone by, the rhyme in some verses conveys gray sad pictures to the reader. Previously green, now faded leaves, dark gray clouds endlessly covering the vault of heaven. Only occasionally a dim autumn sun shines through in a muddy circle. Already nothing warms, the cold wind slowly, as if taking everything out from the inside, penetrates the air. This is how sad poems about autumn describe the impressions of nature. The reader will be able to completely merge with calm melancholy, as if with a tired heaviness that plunges nature into a long winter sleep. Often in such quatrains the poet expresses the excitement and uncertainty that characterize his homeland. She seems to fall asleep too, the former beauty disappears, giving way to gray everyday life, and only doom and uncertainty lies ahead. Such lines call for reflection on the civic importance of moral values, love and simple human faith.

Autumn is the most beautiful time of the year described by poets. It gives them a storm of emotions that give rise to true inspiration. True love is mixed in the lines, long waits and loss. The sincerity that is invested in the works is transmitted to the reading children. They carry through themselves the whole stream of feelings, which instills in them a special spiritual harmony and richness of the inner world. Poems about autumn allow kids to imagine the inconstancy of the world around them, the changes of which must be accepted and readily adapted to them.

The magical, beautiful and fragrant season of the year has come - autumn. 🙂

According to tradition, various holidays (Autumn Festival, Harvest Festival, etc.) dedicated to this wonderful time of the year will be held in kindergartens. Of course, beautiful poems about autumn will come in handy. 😉

Poems about autumn for kindergarten children

A. Teslenko

Autumn, autumn, don't rush
And wait with the rain!
Give us more summer
Sunshine and light.

M. Khodyakova

If in the trees
The leaves turned yellow
If in a distant land
The birds have flown
If the sky is gloomy
If the rain is pouring down
It's the time of year
It's called autumn.

V. Stepanov

It's still winter
But not for fun
Drags the squirrel into the bins
Berries, nuts...

Where to get sweets in winter
For kids
And for guests?

R. Sef

In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms

That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.

E. Trutneva

V. Stepanov

Following the summer
Autumn is coming.
yellow songs
The wind sings to her
Red under your feet
spreading leaves,
white snowflake
Flying into the blue.

In the aspen forest

V. Stepanov

In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.

The birds are flying away

V. Stepanov

I. Surikov

Autumn, autumn.
Please visit!
autumn, autumn,
Stay for eight weeks:
With rich bread
With high sheaves
With leaf fall and rain
With a migratory crane.

Why do trees shed their leaves in autumn?

V. Orlov

Why are trees in winter?
Stripping around?
And trees also need
Undress before bed!

V. Nirovich

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

Y. Kapotov

fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible.
- We are from maples ...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From the bird cherry ...
- From oak ...
- From a birch ...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!

M. Yasnov

under the birch
Under the aspen
barely moving,
Like a duck brood
Leaves float on the river.

- Don't forget, don't forget
Come back to us in the spring!
- Ooty-ooty! .. Ooty-ooty ...
The world of the forest subsides.

And mother trees stand
And they rustle anxiously
And look at the very best
yellow
small
leafing through...

V. Berestov

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!

I. Tokmakova

Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

autumn treasure

I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.

V. Avdienko

naughty rain

T. Koneva

Rain, rain, you listen:
Don't walk barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears cold in a knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.

good sorceress

Y. Kapustina

In a golden carriage
What's with the playful horse
Autumn galloped
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything:
bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Miracle is surprised.
Everything around sparkles
Everything spills over.

L. Razvodova

I. Melnichuk

A flock of birds fly away
Clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
Aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.

Raindrops are flying

I. Demyanov

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps in.

By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

M. Geller

Gives autumn miracles
And what more!
The forests are dressed up
In golden hats.
On a stump they sit in a crowd
red mushrooms,
And the spider is a dodger! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
Sleepy more often at night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

harvest festival

T. Bokova

Autumn decorates the squares
Multicolored foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens, and in the garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the mink,
To have lunch in winter.
Root squirrels dry,
Bees store honey.
Grandma cooks jam
He puts apples in the cellar.

swans flew away

V. Prikhodko

swans flew away
From North to South.
Lost swans
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff
Shines in the air
Whether through our windows
First snow
Flies.

E. Intulov

Crow cries in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it!

autumn blanket

S. Ostrovsky

On the trees
There are few leaves.
On the ground -
Overwhelming.

From patchwork
Blanket
goodbye
Autumn
Sewing.

I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for all:
Red beads -
Rowan,
Pink apron -
aspen,
Umbrella yellow -
poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives us.

N. Krasilnikov

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves with her tail.
Fire climbed the branches
And the autumn forest blazed.

A. Efimtsev

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

Leaves yellow downpour,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"

Frost on the shrub
He threw on a white cloak.
The oak whispers to the mountain ash:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"

Fir trees whisper
In the middle of the forest:
"Soon will notice
And it will curl up soon!

Beautiful poems about autumn, written especially for children, are able to convey the autumn mood to the children, as well as tell them about certain natural phenomena. Poems will expand the horizons of the child, tell him what a romantic, golden autumn is.

We hope and believe that our unique collection of poems about autumn for children will appeal to all kids without exception. After all, even very young children are able to perceive a simple and intuitive syllable, which is also suitable for memorization.

Autumn in the park

Autumn is walking in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads - rowanberry,
Umbrella yellow - poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

September first

A huge bouquet is walking along the road.
In shoes - legs,
Above - takes.
Walking to school
Bouquets of flowers -
Each
By the academic year
Ready.

Autumn,
autumn...
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
on the path
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.

In the autumn garden
By the track
Aspen slams
In the palms
That's why
That week
her palms
Blushed.

I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
Summer is gone.

I throw him a circle -
Your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
If the day is autumn.

The sky was cloudy in the morning

The sky was cloudy in the morning
And everything seemed dull.
Autumn loves to cry
Rain on the ground.
Likes to rustle leaves
And pluck them from the trees.

Rain, rain, drip, drip!

Rain, rain, drip, drip!
You wouldn't drip on dads
You would not drip on moms -
It would be better to come to us:
Dads - damp, moms - dirty,
You and I are great!

Autumn on the fox

A hedgehog curled up under a bush
Wet and prickly.
And the rain falls over the forest,
Dispersing clouds.
Dressed in red leaves
Smiling stump.
Stayed dry all summer
And now it's soaking wet.

I decided to say goodbye to the summer

Autumn has come

Autumn has come,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands.

Summer has passed

Summer flies away

leaf fall

fallen leaves
The conversation is barely audible.
- We are from maples...
- We are from apple trees ...
- We are with cherries ...
- From the aspen ...
- From bird cherry...
- From oak...
- From the birch...
Falling leaves everywhere
On the threshold of frost!

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

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

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

Autumn

I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.
(G.M. Novitskaya)

In the aspen forest

In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Helmets will drop -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
(V. Stepanov)

Raindrops are flying

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps. By the saddened pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
(Ivan Demyanov)

leaf fall

autumn treasure
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
(I. Pivovarova)

autumn tears

Wept at night
Yellow maples.
Remember maples,
How green they were.
from yellow birch
It also dripped.
So birch too
Cried...
(E. Mashkovskaya)

Sad time! Oh charm!

***
Plums are scattered in the garden,
A noble treat for wasps…
Yellow leaf bathed in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He pretended to be a ship
The wind of wandering shook him.
So we'll follow him
To berths unknown in life. And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why the universal sadness
In every line in the poetry of poets?
Is it because the traces on the dew
Will the showers wash away and the winters get cold?
Is it because the moments are all
Fleeting and unique?
(Lyudmila Kuznetsova)

***
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.

(E. Trutneva)

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

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

(L. Tatyanicheva)

September
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
(I. Tokmakova)

***
October has come
the grove is shaking off
Last sheets
from their bare branches;
The autumn chill blew
the road is freezing. The murmur is still running
behind the mill stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And suffer winter
from crazy fun
And the barking of dogs wakes
dormant oak trees.
(A.S. Pushkin)

***
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.

The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ... (Sergey Yesenin)

gold autumn
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes

Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
Birch face - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.

buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.

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

Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.

Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)

Before the rain
A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.

Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

(Nikolai Nekrasov)

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.

Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

(A.S. Pushkin)

The swallows are gone...
The swallows are gone
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flew
Yes, like a network, flickered
Over that mountain.

In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.

It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will leave - willy-nilly
It's hard - even cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
(A.A. Fet)

leaf fall
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.

Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there
through foliage
Clearances in the sky, that windows.

The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
(Ivan Bunin)

Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn
Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Ice is fragile
on the cold river
as if
melting sugar lies;
Near the forest
like a soft bed
You can sleep -
peace and space!
Leaves fade
haven't made it yet
Yellow and fresh lie,
like a carpet. Glorious autumn!
frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature!
And bumps
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I'm flying fast
on cast iron rails,
I think my mind...
(N.A. Nekrasov)