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A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and the New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, a Christmas tree for the younger group of kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's holidays. Here we have collected poems that are small in volume, but we tried to find works with vivid images and easy text for kids.
Short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Here comes the winter
Here comes the winter
silver,
Covered with white snow
the field is clean.
Happy ice skating with kids
everything is rolling
At night in the snowy lights
crumbling...
Writes a pattern in the windows
ice needle
And knocking on our yard
with a fresh Christmas tree.
(R. Kudasheva)
Winter in the forest
Navyuzhilo.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pines
On the bushes
They ate in white coats.
And tangled in the branches
Stormy blizzards.
(Alexander Prokofiev)
Winter has come
The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!
(Valentina Lanzetti)
Bullfinches, titmouse!
Oh my dear
Bullfinches, titmouse!
I made a feeder for you -
Eat up, birds.
(I. Ageeva)
Bear, bear!
Bear, bear!
What's wrong with you? Why do you sleep in winter?
Because snow and ice
Not raspberries and not honey!
(V.Orlov)
Three
On a snowy meadow
Only the ground
Snow will cover -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
(A. Bosev)
Mittens
Baba sculpted snow
Light in the garden itself,
Only the fingers are frozen
Frozen winter.
Andrey went up to his sister,
Seriously he says to her:
How do you put on gloves?
It will be warm to the fingers.
Sveta put on mittens,
This helped immediately:
Svetina's hands are warm
It became warm to the fingers.
(Agniya Barto)
First snow
I open doors
And I can't believe my eyes
The whitest, the purest,
The very first snowfall
Sculpts a hill for the guys!
Come out! shouts Oleg,
It snowed, the first snow!
Call Yegorka soon,
Let's run up the hill now!
(Vladimir Lifshits)
Herringbone
Not a leaf, not a blade of grass!
Our garden has become quiet.
And birches and aspens
Boring stand.
Only one Christmas tree
Cheerful and green.
It can be seen that she is not afraid of frost,
Apparently she is brave.
(O. Vysotskaya)
Snow everywhere
Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.
From dawn to dawn
Glory to the winter bullfinches.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
(A. Brodsky)
Wizard
Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I am my album
Haven't opened yet
No brushes
Without paint
Painted for us overnight!
(Sergey Kozlov)
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Run to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times!
(Samuel Marshak)
Who meowed at the door?
Who meowed at the door?
Open soon! -
Very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.
(O. Vysotskaya)
Snowman
Come on, my friend, be bold, my friend,
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And it will become a snowman.
His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will bake a little -
Alas! - and no snowman.
(Ivan Bursov)
Snow Maiden
At the entrance, on the site
I collected snow with a shovel.
Although there was not much snow,
I made a snowman.
I put it in the corridor
And she ... melted!
(Yu. Shigaev)
Skis
On a winter day I do not miss:
I quickly put on my skis
I take two sticks in my hands,
I play tag with the wind!
Short poems about the New Year, Santa Claus and the Christmas tree for children 3-4 years old
Herringbone fluffy
Herringbone fluffy
She came to visit us.
Golden beads
Braided in branches.
bright balls
Pleases the people.
Say with us:
"Hello New Year!"
(T. Gusarova)
Santa Claus has arrived
In painted beautiful sledges
Santa Claus came to us
Lots of colorful gifts
He brought us under the Christmas tree!
Mom decorated the Christmas tree
Santa Claus, Santa Claus
Brought a Christmas tree from the forest
And while I went to the garden
Mom decorated the tree.
Bear cub clumsy
Bear cub clumsy
Washes the nose in the morning with a paw,
He is New Year's
Going to meet for the first time.
(T. Marshalova)
Snow swirling outside the window
Snow swirling outside the window
We brought the Christmas tree to the house,
Balls hung -
It immediately became fun!
And behind the Christmas tree Santa Claus,
He brought me a bag of sweets.
Let's sing and dance
Let's celebrate the New Year!
Santa Claus
Santa Claus,
Hoarfrost scatters
On the branches of birches;
Walks with a beard
White shakes,
stomping foot,
There is only crackling.
It's snowing outside the window
Outside the window it's snowing
The New Year is coming.
A loud song about
We eat at the Christmas tree.
Santa Claus is here, hooray!
We are waiting for gifts in the morning,
It's not in vain in the middle of winter
We decorated the Christmas tree.
New Year at the gate
The Christmas tree is dressing up -
The holiday is approaching.
New Year at the gate
The tree is waiting for the kids.
The most important guest
Who is in an elegant warm coat,
With a long white beard
Comes to visit on New Year's Eve
And ruddy and gray-haired?
He plays with us, dances,
With him, the holiday is more fun!
Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests!
(I. Chernitskaya)
Christmas tree
Mom decorated the tree
Anya helped her mother;
Gave her toys
Stars, balloons, crackers.
And then the guests were called
And they danced at the Christmas tree!
(V. Petrova)
Dad chose a Christmas tree
Dad chose a Christmas tree
The fluffiest.
the most fluffy
The most fragrant...
Christmas tree smells so -
Mom gasps immediately!
(A. Usachev)
Santa Claus sent us a Christmas tree
Santa Claus sent us a Christmas tree
He lit the fires on her.
And the needles shine on it,
And on the branches - snow!
(V. Petrova)
Why is it snowing?
Why is it snowing?
Why is there ice on the river?
This winter has come to us -
Got a lot of snow.
Why are we visiting
A tree with bright lights?
Because it's coming to us
Winter holiday - New Year!
(N. Veresokina)
Good Santa Claus
Oh what a good
Good Santa Claus!
Christmas tree for our holiday
Brought from the forest.
The lights are sparkling
Red, blue-
Good for us, tree,
Have fun with you!
Our tree is good
Our tree is good
Everything shines from the fire -
Balls, crackers,
Beautiful toys.
Santa Claus, come quickly
Light our Christmas tree.
Let it burn with fire
Different colors.
Soon, soon the New Year!
Soon, soon the New Year!
Santa Claus is coming soon.
Behind the shoulders of the Christmas tree
Fluffy needles.
He gives us presents
And he asks us to read poetry.
(T. Melnikova)
Santa Claus came alive
To our Christmas tree, oh-oh-oh,
Santa Claus is alive!
Beard, beard!
And on the cap is a star!
There are specks on the nose,
And daddy's eyes!
Coat, hat, gloves
Coat, hat, gloves.
Titmouse sit on the nose.
Beard and red nose
It's Santa Claus!
Old Santa Claus
Old Santa Claus
With a white beard
What did you bring to the kids?
For New Year's Eve?
I brought a big bag
It contains toys, books,
Let them meet - good
New Years kids!
Snow falls on the trees
Snow is falling on the trees
Covers all houses
It came to us from a fairy tale
Snow white winter.
Again the snowdrifts turn silver,
And the icicle vault shines,
And already skipping rushes
Happy, wonderful New Year!
Father Frost
Santa Claus, though old,
But he's naughty like a little one:
Stings cheeks, nose tickles,
He wants to grab by the ears.
Santa Claus, do not blow in the face,
Stop, do you hear
Don't pamper!
New Year is coming
The horn shines for a month,
Thick snow is falling
Christmas trees dressed up
In shining needles
Someone pinches us on the nose
This is Santa Claus
And the clock is running forward
The New Year is coming.
(E. Erato)
The golden rain is pouring
The golden rain is pouring down
Flowing from the Christmas tree.
Admire her:
Here she is!
Everything sparkles and blooms
Bright lights.
Invites to a round dance
Have fun with us.
New Year's is on its way
Will come to us soon.
Brighter, Christmas tree, shine
You are for the joy of children!
(N. Radchenko)
Santa Claus brings gifts
Beautiful snowflakes
They descend from heaven.
And the forest, as in the picture,
Full of miracles.
Through the New Year's forest
Hiding your nose behind the collar
Lucky gifts are sweet
I'm Santa Claus!
Magic Christmas tree
Magic Christmas tree in the hall
We dressed her up for a long time:
Beautiful beads, balls,
And a lot of colored tinsel!
hello new year
New Year is coming soon!
Santa Claus is coming to visit.
There will be joy, laughter, gifts,
The tree will sparkle brightly.
Let's become a friendly round dance -
Hello, hello New Year!
I'm so tired today!
I'm so tired today!
I decorated the Christmas tree with my mother!
Papa walked by
He led us.
How many balls are on the tree
And painted toys!
The needles smell like a holiday
Coniferous forest branches.
The lights on it flicker
Like a round dance
All children in the world know:
The best holiday is New Year!
Santa Claus is coming!
One, two, three, four, five,
We will all dance.
After all, today is the New Year,
Santa Claus is coming!
snowflakes
Spinning and whining
Blizzard for the New Year.
The snow wants to fall
And the wind does not.
And the trees have fun
And every bush
Snowflakes, like twigs
They dance on the fly.
Santa Claus is good
Santa Claus is good
Clapping hands
Walking in felt boots
The tree is on fire!
Santa Claus from a winter fairy tale
Santa Claus from a winter fairy tale
He brought a sleigh to us for a holiday,
On the sleigh of those - toys:
Dolls, balls, crackers.
Snowflakes
snowflakes fly,
Almost invisible
How many are always there in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught by hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal Ice…
On a warm palm
There was a tear left.
(A. Melnikov)
Winter before the holidays...
Winter before the holiday
For the green tree
Dress white herself
Sewn without a needle.
Shake off the white snow
Christmas tree with a bow
And is the most beautiful of all
In a green dress.
Green color suits her
Elka knows this.
How is she on New Year's Eve?
Well dressed!
(T.Volgina)
Christmas tree dressed up
Christmas tree dressed up
In an expensive dress
On her pins and needles -
Golden miracle!
Lights are bright
Hanging here and there
And the gifts are sweet
They're in the corner!
Santa Claus carries toys
Santa Claus carries toys
And garlands, and firecrackers.
Good gifts
The holiday will be bright!
New Year
It's getting colder outside
Everywhere snow and cold.
To make it more fun
We really need a holiday!
New Year is coming
Joyful and bright
Santa Claus will bring us
Delicious gifts!
(Andrey Paroshin)
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Winter morning
Fell into the trees at night
Frost as thick as a finger.
Became a fabulous village
And so dear, dear!
Silence pours into the fence
Everything is silent, I am also silent;
Only heard in the well
floundering
Tub...
Timofey Belozerov
First snow
Oh mama, look
All over the yard
How many white
butterflies,
So many of them
I've never seen-
- No, my little one,
These are not butterflies
Butterflies flew away
Along with flowers.
It's snowing
These are snowflakes
Similar
On white butterflies.
Hovhannes Tumanyan
Blue and white
(translated by I. Tumakova)
White winter. All in frost.
The snowman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snowman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, an eccentric, I do not need heat.
I live in harmony with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and hoarfrost?
The earth is white. The sky is blue.
FrantisekGrubin
In frost
Snow on the street and cold.
A puddle is filled with hard ice.
From the road timidly
Twigs of the trail
Reach for the houses:
- Can you warm up?
Valentina Lanzetti
Winter-needlewoman
Again in the worries of winter-needlewoman -
Let nature dress warmly.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
White things tirelessly knits:
Sleepy trees - fluffy hats,
Christmas trees - mittens knits on the paws.
She sewed, knitted and was very tired!
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E. Yavetskaya
Birch
White birch
under my window
covered with snow,
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
snow border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.
And there is a birch
In sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire
A dawn, lazy
Walking around,
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
Sergey Yesenin
winter colors
Harvested winter
Paint all for all by herself.
Field - the best whitewash,
Dawns - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sequins.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
As an artist, paints in different ways:
who plays - paints red.
Who is afraid to move -
blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint differently!
V. Fetisov
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They distribute it to the children
New Year's gifts
Get full bags -
And everyone is running to play snowballs!
Snowballs don't fly
Melting in the hot sun
And only puddles here and there...
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Irina Tokmakova
puppy and snow
The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn't understand anything.
- Why so many white flies
Crawled into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?
He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -
And began to chew thoughtfully.
Chews, chews, but that's the trouble!
There is only water on the tongue.
Completely confused puppy
And lay back in the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, just small
And I saw snow for the first time...
L. Dyakonov
snowball
Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.
The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Nikolai Nekrasov
Hello winter winter!
Hello winter winter!
Covered us with white snow
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello winter winter!
An intricate trace winds
From meadow to hill.
This is a hare printed -
Hello winter winter!
We put bird feeders
We fill them with food,
And pichugs sing in flocks -
Hello winter winter!
G. Ladonshchikov
Snowflakes
Snowflakes, snowflakes
On the cheeks of Ninka,
Stuck in pigtails
Hanging on eyelashes
They interfere with watching.
She clasped her hand,
wanted a little
Warm up snowflakes.
Pressed tighter
But what happened to them?
What trouble!
The snowflakes are gone
In the palm of Nina
Only one water!
M. Klokova
herringbone
(translated by M. Sidorenko)
Through the snowdrifts, through the bushes
Jumping white hare.
No hole here or there
What is a rabbit to do?
He's afraid of the hunter
He is trembling with fear.
The hare jumps, the hare rushes
The hare runs to the tree.
Hide me, tree
Hurry!
Hide me green.
Have pity!
And covered quickly
herringbone branches
poor bunny
With long ears.
Only the tail is visible
Well, don't worry:
Tail can be hidden
Into the snow
Always.
D. Khorol
Snowman
(translation (Berestov V.))
snowman, snowman
Used to living in the cold.
Don't be afraid for him
And in the frosty haze
Leave alone
Starry winter night.
In the snowman's tube
Hoarfrost instead of tobacco.
And, armed with a broom,
He is standing, not breathing.
And the house clock chimes
He hears through the walls.
Karem Maurice
Freezing
Snowstorms, blizzards and blizzards...
How much rigmarole with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired I am of them!"
So grumbled the gloomy frost
And ice bound the river without noise,
Trees covered with gray hair
And there was silence.
Valentin Berestov
What is New Year?
What is New Year?
This is a friendly dance.
These are pipes and violins.
Jokes, songs and smiles -
That's what it means
That's what New Year means!
What is New Year?
New Year - frost and ice!
And in the dancing snowflakes
Invisible springs.
That's what it means
That's what New Year means!
Mikhail Plyatskovsky
Our Tree
Look through the door crack -
You will see our tree.
Our tree is high
Reaches the ceiling.
And toys hang on it -
From pedestal to crown.
E. Ilyina
New Years is soon
Soon, soon the New Year!
He's in a hurry, he's coming!
Knock on our doors:
Children, hello, I'm with you!
We celebrate the holiday
We decorate the Christmas tree
We hang toys
Balls, crackers...
Santa Claus is coming soon
Will bring us gifts -
Apples, candy...
Santa Claus, where are you?!
Z. Orlova
Old year
Everyone is waiting, of course, for the New Year,
And I - sorry Old.
After all, he will completely leave us!
I even felt sad.
And I'm already used to it
I became friends with him for a year.
I became friends with him because
That learned to swim
What the sea saw for the first time
And that a little sister was born.
I really felt sad
That the year is leaving Old.
E. Grigorieva
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
well treated,
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
Poems about winter for the smallest: children from 1 year to 4 years. 34 poems by different authors for children's holidays, classes, games with kids, winter walks.
Children's poems about winter. Part 1.
Poems about winter for the little ones (children 1-3 years old)
N. Sakonskaya. Where is my finger?
Masha put on a mitten:
— Oh, where am I doing?
I don't have a finger, I'm gone
Didn't make it to my house!
Mom took off her mitten.
- Look, I found it!
Seek, seek and find.
Hello finger!
How are you?
In this poem, you can change the name to the name of the child - “Tanya put on a mitten” or “Nastya put on a mitten”, etc.
N. Pikuleva. Felt boots
Pata-paaat-paaaat-paaaat,
Felt boots came out of the hut,
Walked around the yard
Danced at the feast
Lie down on the stove
Save the pies!
I. Tokmakova. Bear
Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the Christmas tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow.A bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush, hush... Don't make noise
With this poem, you can play catch-up with a teddy bear. Saying the words from the poem, we go with the baby to the teddy bear. At the end of the poem - the game, the awakened bear catches up with the child. The child runs away to the "house" (the house must be designated in advance - before the game).
You can also play hide and seek. Then the task of the game is different. First, we read a poem together. Then you need to pass inaudibly past an adult who holds a bear sleeping in a den on his knees. If the bear hears sounds, he wakes up and catches up with the baby. The kid runs away to the "house".
O. Vysotskaya. Cold
Who meowed at the door?
- Open quickly! —
Very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.
V. Orlov. Why does a bear sleep in winter?
Bear, bear!
What happened to you?
Why do you sleep in winter?Because snow and ice
Not raspberries and not honey!
V. Khorol. Bunny
There lived a bunny
Long ears.
Frostbitten bunny
Nose on the edge.
Frostbitten nose,
Frostbite ponytail
And went to warm up
Visit the kids.
It's warm and nice there
There is no wolf.
And give carrots
For lunch.
T. Elchin. winter song
Where are you, sun
Indeed?
We are quite
Were numb.Without you
The water is frozen
Without you
The earth is frozen...Come out, sunshine
Hurry!
Cuddle up and warm up!
Z. Alexandrova. snowball
Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
I. Pivovarova. Hare
The hare lay down on a hillock,
Decided to take a nap.
And while he slept sweetly,
The first snow fell on the ground.
Here the gray hare woke up,
Surprised what's wrong?
I was gray, but I became white!
Who changed my clothes?
Who dressed up the bunny? Why does a bunny change its coat? More about this - fairy tales, pictures, poems, developing tasks for children.
O. Vysotskaya. snow bunny
We made a snowball
The ears were made later.
And just
Instead of eyes
We have coals.
The rabbit came out alive!
He has a tail and a head!
For the mustache
Don't pull -
They are from straws!
Long, shiny
Exactly real!
O. Vysotskaya. Sledging
The sled rolled down.
Hold on, baby doll!
You sit, do not fall -
There's a groove ahead!You have to drive carefully!
Otherwise, you can break!
Z. Alexandrova. In little mittens
In little mittens
Hidden palms.
Help for boots
I have to wear boots...The first snow fell at night.
We got dressed first.
I'm rolling a sled
I want to play.
V. Lunin. Who is hot in winter?
cold feet,
Freeze hands
coats are cold,
hats,
Trousers.
Outside
Such a cold -
Even the ice
And he has a cold.
Only blizzards and blizzards
Sweat from zeal:
Blizzards and blizzards lay
Snow-white beds
Lie down in the yard
Kids!
V. Orlov. Merry snow
Snow everywhere
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere
Laugh,
Laugh!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Everywhere laughter
And laughs!
From high
On the guys
Like fluff,
Not snowflakes
are flying,
And the laughs!
S. Marshak. Throws, throws snow in armfuls
Throws, throws snow in armfuls
Winter on the fields.
To the eyebrows covered with hats
In the courtyards of the house.At night the blizzard played tricks,
Snow knocked on the glass
And now - look how fun
And white-white!
O. Vysotskaya. Winter has come
For young children, the first quatrain from this poem is suitable. The whole poem is for children of senior preschool and primary school age.
Winter came with frost
With frosts, with snowstorms.
Snowdrifts under birches,
White-white under the fir trees.On the elms outside
White beaded dress.
And the air burns and pricks,
And it smells like watermelon.Invigorating winter has come
Ringing, crispy,
With school tasks
And hot ovens.We love frosty days
Elastic ice rink,
night sky starry
And a noisy New Year!Winter came with crackers
With sweets, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.Winter with a cheerful mask
He comes to our houses.
Magical, good fairy tale
We think it's winter!
I. S. Nikitin. Fragment
Burning frost crackling,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
Launched the window.
V. Berestov. Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit. We look out the window.
Snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?
M. Sadovsky. Winter coat
It will snow
And it will stop
imperceptibly
He will melt.
White winter coat
She tries on everything herself.
Fur coat
white hare,
Fur coat
Forest and meadow
Fur coat
Lena and Nicole
Fur coat
Oak in an open field,
Fur coat
Poplar and elm.
I'm already<
I'm stuck in a snowdrift,
But everyone has this
Fur coat,
What to wear all winter
Love!
Winter has come (folk song)
We pronounce the text with stretching of vowels. On the last lines we “drop” the baby from his knees.
Winter has come,
She harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
On the way - you made the path,
Ice on the river vyyyyyymela,
Connected with the shore
Chained to the ground.
Snow icing,
Small guys on the sledge seated,
Famously from the mountain roll! Oooooh!
Like in the snow (folk song - nursery rhyme)
Like snow in a blizzard
Three sleds flew.
And they make noise and they roar
The bells are ringing.In the first sledge - grandfather,
In other sledges - grandmother,
In the third sledge - aunt.Our Katya ran out,
I met dear guests,
Opened the gate for them
She led me to a new burner.
Felt boots. Folk joke.
We will buy boots for our son,
Let's put on the legs
Let's go down the road.
Our son will walk
New felt boots to wear.
Our Masha (folk rhyme)
Our Masha is small,
She is wearing a scarlet fur coat,
Beaver fur.
Masha is black-browed.
In the nursery rhyme, you need to replace the name of the girl with the name of the child - for example, "Our Tanya is small."
Zimushka (folk nickname)
You, winter, winter,
The winter was stormy
All reveled, all chalk,
Primaaaazhivala,
Kalinushka with raspberries
Zalaaaaamlila!
Poems about winter for children 4 years and older
G. Lagzdyn. Freezing
The sun just touched the roof
Santa Claus left the house
Frost hastened to the river
With a white cloud in my hand.
On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles
Santa Claus throws ice
And spinning on the ice
It slides along the river, it freezes,
Gray hair breathes in the willows,
Snow throws under the skids
Ice gauntlet,
And then, grabbing an armful,
Pours on the porch
Hits the glass with a frozen hat,
Mischievously dusts in the face.
And catch up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts - a tower.
Winter lives there.
V. Berestov. black ice
Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But
Falls great!
Why is nobody
Not happy?!
V. Stepanov. Stars - snowflakes
Winter evening
The stars are falling
Are falling from the sky
The city is frosty.The stars are falling
On the house and paths,
Melting at Katya's
On a warm palm.Melting inaudibly
snowflake stars
And on the palm
Shine like tears.Katya from a walk
Return home -
white fairy tale
She will dream at night.
A. Fet "Mom, look out the window"
Mum! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Apparently it's cold.Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled, and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom?
You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"
I. Surikov. Winter (detail)
White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the earth is quiet
Falling, laying down.
And in the morning with snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
All dressed him up.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up wonderful
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unshakable...
God's days are short
The sun shines a little
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
M. Lukashkin. First Snow Festival
Not everyone knows this modern poetess. It's a pity. Check out one of her wonderful poems.
Take a look at the calendar
You won't believe your eyes!
There is none ... After all, the number
He chooses himself.And about the month to us
It remains only to guess.
Will it come in October?
Will December wait?But known, however,
Immutable law:
Not empty handed
He appears.Give, as always,
Everyone! And in full measure.
Look around!
The day is no longer grey.Holiday, like a painter,
Snow-white paint
I splashed everyone in the window,
Everyone was delighted with a fairy tale.Opened our eyes
Gave hope for a miracle -
And went nowhere
Coming from nowhere.Amazing day!
It has both freshness and bliss ...
The best holiday ever
First Snow Festival!
A. Barto. Not alone
We didn't eat, we didn't drink
They made a snow woman.February snow, weak-weak,
Crumpled at hand
But just for the snowman
We need one like this.We were hot to work
It's like there's no winter
As if took February from March
Warm day on loan.Smiling as if alive
In the park, in silence
The snow woman got up
In a white coat.But it's getting dark - that's a shame! —
The light of dawn goes out
The boys need to go home
Whatever you say!Suddenly Natalka frowned,
She's only five years old
He says: - I feel sorry for the woman,
Why should she stand there? -Soon the sound of the tram will subside
And the moon will rise
There will be a snow woman
Alone under the moon?!We crowded around the woman,
Thought - how to be?
We have a friend to her at least
Need to get it.We didn't eat, we didn't drink
They made a new grandmother.Soon the sound of the tram will subside
And the moon will rise
Our snow woman
Will not be alone.
I am Akim. First snow
In the morning the cat brought on its paws
First snow!
First snow!
It tastes and smells
First snow!
First snow!
It is spinning, light, new,
The guys over their heads
He had a downy handkerchief
Spread on the pavement
It turns white along the fences,
He crouched on the lantern.
So soon, very soon
Sleighs will fly from the hills,
So it will be possible again
Build a fortress in the yard!
S. Kozlov. Winter
I will draw today
Winter, snowy.
forest, road
Everything is covered in snow.
Black raven on a stack.And fences, and gates,
To the black hole of the path ...
Smoke from the chimneys, in the snow of the house -
Real winter!I wave a brush -
And from the sky
Suddenly flakes of snow fall.Here the forest disappeared behind the snow.
The raven on the haystack disappeared.The road is no longer visible.
Now you can't see the haystack...No fences, bullfinches,
Swallowed fields and forests,
Only the snow is falling more and more,
Thicker, happier, more generous!
And you people know (folk)
And you people know
Equip the sled!
Meet winter!
Praise frost!
With deep snow!
Long evenings!
Continuation - poems for children aged 5 years and older can be found in the article
You will find more New Year's poems for children in the articles:
Poems by Sergei Yesenin
Poems by Athanasius Fet
Poems by Ivan Bunin
Poems by Nikolai Nekrasov
Poems by Konstantin Balmont
Poems about winter for children of other poets
Dear readers, Today on the blog we have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children. You can read them to children, learn together, and just enjoy beautiful rhymes with the whole family. How to choose good poems about winter for children? What is the best thing for kids?
Poems about winter for children in an interesting and easy way convey the whole bright atmosphere of the New Year holidays and winter fun. And also all the wealth of winter nature.
Why poetry and not prose? Easy and understandable rhymes, a peculiar tempo of the verses help children to memorize the lines faster, prepare for a matinee or a family performance in front of their relatives. Yes, and it's just easier to absorb information, recharge with a good mood and feel all the richness of our language. In addition, parents will also like poems about winter. So let's get started?
Short poems about winter for the little ones
You need to start introducing your baby to poetry from an early age. From the first years of life, mothers tell cute nursery rhymes, short rhymes to the crumbs. And already in middle and senior preschool age, the child will be happy to listen and even learn poetry. We have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children 4-5 and 5-6 years old. Enjoy reading!
Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit. We look out the window.
Snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?
V.Berestov
Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing
Who is taller
Who is lower
Who is quieter
Who on the run
Who's on the ice
And who in the snow.
From the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Wow!
Breathtaking!
A. Prokofiev
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They distribute it to the children
New Year's gifts
Get full bags -
And everyone is running to play snowballs!
Snowballs don't fly
Melting in the hot sun
And only puddles here and there...
Where is the snow being transported in cars?
I. Tokmakova
Three
Three on a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
Winter came with frost
Winter came to his home -
The snow was pink.
Two blizzards after winter
That snow was blown, shallow,
The snow was blown as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
A. Prokofiev
Hello winter winter!
Hello winter winter!
Covered us with white snow
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello winter winter!
An intricate trace winds
From meadow to hill.
This is a hare printed -
Hello winter winter!
We put bird feeders
We fill them with food,
And pichugs sing in flocks -
Hello winter winter!
G. Ladonshchikov
Wizard
Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!
This is snow!
Who is that at the hillock?
You won't even understand right away.
This is little Yegorka
Doesn't look like Yegor.
Eyebrows covered with snow
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Egorka, the snowman, got up.
V. Simonov
Winter sleep
I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skiing,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed all the time.
snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snowman
Blinded at home.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
Nobody will pass
Nobody gets through.
Adults and children love it
Gun hair
The wind shakes her.
She is familiar
Already all the kids
And the Bug keeps barking:
- Alien in the yard!
I. Demyanov
The cold has come
Wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andrey is wearing quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Striped scarf Andreyka
The sisters brought
He sits, barely breathing,
In a motley quilted jacket.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped sisters.
Get used to the cold!
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.
Snowflakes
light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Circling, circling
Above the table by the lamp.
Gathered for a picnic.
And where should they go?
After all, they, too, icy,
I want to warm up.
I. Bursov
I'm going!
I'm going! I'm going down the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm going! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm going! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. Up is harder.
And the birds chirp: “Have pity on the horse!
Run with your feet to the house
And help grandma to carry the sled.”
T. Bokova
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
well treated,
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
A. Prokofiev
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone is cold in winter
Run faster to the house.
The sun remains.
Who will keep him warm?
It used to be warm
They were happy with the sun.
And now admire
Snowfall dance.
I will draw the sun
In my album
And it seems to be
Lighter in the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know:
Don't worry, sunshine!
I'll warm you.
L. Slutskaya
Such frost!
Such frost!
Takes by the nose
Moves to tears!
Such a crackling frost
stuck,
Got tired, bored.
Such frost!
Such frost!
Cover your nose -
Grown to the eyebrows.
Such frost!
Healthy,
Goes - crunches
Expensive.
All year round. January.
Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky.
S. Marshak
In frost
Snow on the street and cold.
A puddle is filled with hard ice.
From the road timidly
Twigs of the trail
Reach for the houses:
Can you warm up?
V. Lanzetti
Winter has come
The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!
I. Chernitskaya
Poems about winter for schoolchildren
Schoolchildren are already ready to perceive more adult poetry. It's time to introduce them to the works of great Russian poets. Moreover, they have plenty of beautiful poems about winter. Touching poems by Yesenin, the eternal poetry of Pushkin, works of Fet, Bunin, Nekrasov, Tyutchev that enchant with their unique images. Poems from our selection will appeal not only to children, but also to parents. After all, we know many of these lines by heart ...
For you - a nice selection of poems about winter for children 8-9 years old and older. Although, of course, in the perception of poetry it is difficult to focus on age. After all, our children, like us, are all different. But one thing is for sure - few people can remain indifferent to beautiful poems.
Poems by Sergei Yesenin
Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And in the yard a snowstorm
Spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.
Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.
And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.
Birch
White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
And there is a birch in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily going around,
Sprinkle the branches with new silver.
A. S. Pushkin. Poems about winter for children
Winter morning
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Winter evening
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be happy.
Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood, updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow;
Reins fluffy exploding,
A remote wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Planting a bug in a sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The scoundrel already froze his finger:
It hurts and it's funny
And his mother threatens him through the window.
What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.
And all of Moscow sleeps peacefully...
Winter road
Through the wavy mists
The moon is creeping
To sad glades
She pours a sad light.
On the winter road, boring
Troika greyhound runs
Single bell
Tiring noise.
Something is heard native
In the coachman's long songs:
That revelry is remote,
That heartache...
No fire, no black hut,
Wilderness and snow... Meet me
Only miles striped
Come across alone.
Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
There is a sorceress - winter,
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Mother's leprosy - winters.
Poems by Athanasius Fet about winter for children
Creaking footsteps
The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.
Mum! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.
Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.
Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"
wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
The cat sings, squinting his eyes;
The boy is napping on the carpet.
A storm is playing outside
The wind is whistling in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here, -
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, go to sleep."
The boy stood up, and the cat with his eyes
Conducted and all sings;
The snow falls in tufts at the windows,
The storm whistles at the gate.
Poems by Ivan Bunin
First snow
Smell of winter cold
In fields and forests.
Lit up with bright purple
Heaven before sunset.
The storm blew through the night,
And with the dawn on the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow fell.
And today over the wide
white tablecloth fields
We said goodbye to the belated
A string of geese.
Poems by Nikolai Nekrasov for children
snowball
Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.
The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
- For whom will you sing, blizzard,
In silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That in the den they sleep soundly.
Man with nails
Once upon a time in the cold winter time
I came out of the forest; there was severe frost.
I look, it rises slowly uphill
Horse carrying firewood.
And marching importantly, in serenity,
A man is leading a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a sheepskin coat,
In big mittens ... and himself with a fingernail!
"Hey, boy!" - Get past yourself! -
“You are painfully formidable, as I can see!
Where are the firewood from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, cuts, and I take.
The woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest. -
“What, does your father have a big family?” -
The family is big, yes two people
All men something: my father and I ... -
“So there it is! And what's your name?"
Vlas. - “And what year are you?” -
The sixth passed...
Well, dead! - shouted the little one in a bass voice,
He jerked by the bridle and walked faster.
Poems by Konstantin Balmont about winter
Snowflake
Light fluffy,
snowflake white,
What a pure
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not in the sky azure,
Asking for the ground.
Azure miraculous
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has fallen.
In the rays of shining
Slides, skillful,
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Trembling, uplifting,
On him, cherishing,
Light swings.
his swing
She is comforted
With his blizzards
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long
touches the earth,
Crystal star.
lies fluffy,
Snowflake is bold.
What a pure
What a white!
Winter
The fields are covered with a motionless veil.
Fluffy white snow.
As if the world had said goodbye to Spring forever,
With its flowers and leaves.
Bound ringing key. He is a prisoner of Winter.
One snowstorm sings, sobbing.
But the Sun loves a circle. It keeps Spring.
Young will return again.
So far she went to wander in foreign lands,
For the world to experience dreams.
So that he sees in a dream that he lies in the snow,
And he listens to the blizzard like singing.
Zimushka-winter. Poems about winter for children of other poets
Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light downy chain…
Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.
F. Tyutchev
Winter
White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the earth is quiet
Falling, laying down.
And in the morning with snow
The field is white
Like a veil
All dressed him up.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up wonderful
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unshakable...
God's days are short
The sun shines a little -
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
I. Surikov
Winter has come
In the first week
glazed
Water eyes.
In the second week
stiffened
Shoulders of the earth.
In the third week
buzzed
Blizzards
Winters.
In the first week
I lost heart.
In the second week
I was waiting for a miracle.
And in the third week
How the snow fell
I felt good
Winter has come.
D. Samoilov
Winter again
Spinning lightly and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
It was snowing thick and white at night -
The room is light from the snow.
A little powdery fluff flying,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day, fuller and better,
A fuller and better new year...
winter pictures
Aunt walks the puppy.
The puppy is off the leash.
And here at low level flight
Crows fly for a puppy.
Sparkling snow...
What a small thing!
Sadness, where did you go?
A. Tvardovsky
Winter evening
Behind the window in the white field -
Twilight, wind, snow…
You are probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.
Winter evening is short,
Leaned over the table
Do you write, do you read?
Whether you think about what.
The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
Silence in the old house
And you're a little sad
That you are alone today.
Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
Empty all the ways
Friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.
The blizzard swept up the track, -
It's not easy to get through.
But the fire in your window
Seen very far.
M.Isakovsky
Snowflakes
Behind the window - a blizzard,
Behind the window - darkness,
Looking at each other
They sleep in the snow at home.
And the snowflakes are spinning
They don't care at all! —
Bare shoulder.
Teddy bear
Sleeping in your corner
And half an ear listens
Blizzard outside the window.
old, gray-haired,
With an ice stick
The blizzard hobbles
Baba Yaga.
And the snowflakes are spinning
They don't care at all! —
In light dresses with lace,
Bare shoulder.
thin legs -
soft boots,
White slipper -
Ringing heel.
Winter night in the village
fun shines
Moon over the village;
White snow sparkles
Blue light.
moon beams
God's temple is doused;
Cross under the clouds
Like a candle burning.
Empty, lonely
Sleepy village;
Blizzards deep
Huts skidded.
Silence is mute
In the empty streets
And no barking is heard
Watchdogs…
I. Nikitin
I hope you enjoy our selection of winter poems for children. It's great that there is such an opportunity, from childhood to instill in children a love of beauty!
Spend your evenings cheerfully and profitably, and may your homes always be bright with joyful smiles!
And for the soul I suggest listening P. Tchaikovsky. January. By the fireside . Listen to everything with your children. Nice cartoons. And so you will slowly introduce children to classical music.
Winter - the frost is getting stronger, snow is spinning outside the window, rosy children are merrily rolling down the hill, and the houses are warm, cozy ... Read the poems we have selected about winter - you might want to go outside and play snowballs ?! Why sit at home when there is such snow-white beauty outside the window!
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Poems about winter for children and adults
Winter brightened up:
Fringe on the dress
From transparent ice
Snowflake stars.
All in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights
Radiance pours around
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
light visions,
Tricky weaves.
You, blizzard, weirdo,
Round dance backwaters,
Fly up like a whirlwind of white
Gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Save magical dreams:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
M. Pozharova
***
The cold has come
Wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andrey is wearing quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Striped scarf Andreyka
The sisters brought
He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket motley.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped sisters.
Get used to the cold!
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter sleep
I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skiing,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed all the time.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter evening
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be happy.
Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.
A. S. Pushkin
***
Tricky sled
My sled drives by itself
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I can't get on top
Sledge - from a place and running ...
My sled drives by itself
No motor, no horse.
And under the hill my sled
Behind the snowdrift they are waiting for me.
Naughty, bored them
Climb up alone.
I. Bursov
***
Winter is the most fun
Winter is the most fun
Sit down by the stove by the red coals,
Hot cakes to eat
Climb into a snowdrift with bootlegs,
Run around the whole pond on skates
And jump straight into bed.
Spring is the most fun
Screaming through the green fields
With barboska sit on the hill
And think about the white winter
Fluffy willows break
And throw stones into the lake.
And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
Swimming, float on the wave,
Drive a squirrel from pine to pine
Light fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field ...
But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pick plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will blow up the moss with a horn ...
The thresher is knocking in the distance - And the rye on the wagons to the ground ...
Sasha Black
***
Birch
White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
And there is a birch in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily going around,
Sprinkle the branches with new silver.
Sergey Yesenin
***
Winter has come
The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!
I. Chernitskaya
***
On skates
Skating like the wind
Along the forest edge…
Mittens on hands
Hat on top…
One-two! this is where it slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
Crunched, grunted ice,
The wind blows from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! on a slippery slope...
One and two! funny feet...
One-two! forward and forward...
Sasha Black
***
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
well treated,
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
A. Prokofiev
***
I know what to think
I know what to think
No more winter
So that instead of high snowdrifts
Green hills all around.
I look into the glass
Green colour,
And immediately winter
Turns into summer.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter
White snow, fluffy in the air is spinning
And quietly falls to the ground, lays down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
Like a veil all dressed him.
A dark forest that covered itself with a wonderful hat
And fell asleep under it soundly, soundly ...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Here come the frosts - and winter has come.
A peasant worker pulled out a sledge,
Children build snow mountains.
For a long time the peasant has been waiting for winter and cold,
And he covered the hut with straw from the outside.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not inflate snow.
He is now calm - everything around is covered,
And he is not afraid of the evil frost, angry.
I. Surikov
Konstantin Balmont "SNOWFLAKE"
Light fluffy,
snowflake white,
What a pure
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not in the sky azure,
Asking for the ground.
Azure miraculous
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has fallen.
In the rays of shining
Slides, skillful,
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Trembling, uplifting,
On him, cherishing,
Light swings.
his swing
She is comforted
With his blizzards
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long
touches the earth,
Crystal star.
lies fluffy,
Snowflake is bold.
What a pure
What a white!
Evgeny Baratynsky
Where is the sweet whisper
my forests?
murmuring streams,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With your bark
The stream is numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.
Athanasius Fet
The cat sings, squinting his eyes;
The boy is napping on the carpet.
A storm is playing outside
The wind is whistling in the yard.
"It's enough for you to wallow here, -
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, go to sleep."
The boy stood up, and the cat with his eyes
He spent and sings everything;
The snow falls in tufts at the windows,
The storm whistles at the gate.
Athanasius Fet
Mum! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.
Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.
Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"
Athanasius Fet
wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
Athanasius Fet
The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.
Samuil Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY"
Opening the calendar
January begins.
In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky.
Samuil Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY"
The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Serpentine winds on the ground
Light ground.
Above the Kremlin wall
Aircraft links.
Glory to the native army
On her birthday!
Sergey Mikhalkov "WHITE POEMS"
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!
Happy gray titmouse:
Birds freeze in the cold
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
Puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered
Everything around is white-white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough business for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For big trucks.
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!
Only a janitor, only a janitor
He says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
All day the scraper scrapes,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats have left me
And the circle is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Fedor Tyutchev
Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light downy chain…
Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.
Daniil Kharms
I walked in the winter along the swamp
in galoshes,
In Hat
And with glasses.
Suddenly, someone swept along the river
On metal
Hooks.
I ran to the river
And he ran into the forest,
I attached two planks to my feet,
sat down,
jumped up
And disappeared.
And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
"What strange
planks
And incomprehensible
Hooks!
Mikhail Isakovsky "WINTER EVENING"
Behind the window in the white field -
Twilight, wind, snow…
You are probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.
Winter evening is short,
Leaned over the table
Do you write, do you read?
Whether you think about what.
The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
Silence in the old house
And you're a little sad
That you are alone today.
Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
Empty all the ways
Friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.
The blizzard swept up the track, -
It's not easy to get through.
But the fire in your window
Seen very far.
Sergey Yesenin
Winter sings - calls out
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And in the yard a snowstorm
Spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like orphan children
Huddled at the window.
Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.
And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.
Sergei Yesenin "BIRCH"
White birch
under my window
covered with snow,
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
snow border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.
And there is a birch
In sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire
A dawn, lazy
Walking around,
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
Alexander Blok "DISTREPUTED HUT"
dilapidated hut
All covered in snow.
old grandmother
Looks out the window.
For the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Cheerful for the kids
Fast sled run...
running, laughing,
Making a snow house
ringing loudly
Voices all around...
In the snow house
Razor game…
Fingers get cold
It's time to go home!
Drink tea tomorrow
Looking out the window -
But the house has melted,
It's spring outside!
Nikolai Nekrasov "SNOW"
Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass
Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.
The snow is cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
- For whom will you sing, blizzard,
In silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That in the den they sleep soundly.
Bunin Ivan "FIRST SNOW"
Smell of winter cold
In fields and forests.
Lit up with bright purple
Heaven before sunset.
The storm blew through the night,
And with the dawn on the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow fell.
And today over the wide
white tablecloth fields
We said goodbye to the belated
A string of geese.
A.S. Pushkin "WINTER MORNING"
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
A.S. Pushkin
What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.
And all of Moscow sleeps peacefully...