Folk songs about autumn for children

The geese flying south are shouting:

- Geese are flying -

Flat socks!

Geese say:

- So-and-so-we-whether, so-and-so-we,

We will return to the houses!

Burn, burn bright

To not go out!

The clouds are floating

Cranes are called:

- Curly-si, curly-si,

Let's run across Rus'!

Poems by Russian poets about autumn for children

A. Pleshcheev "Autumn has come"

Autumn has come

dried flowers,

And look sad

Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow

Grass in the meadows

Only turns green

Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky

The sun doesn't shine

The wind howls in the field

The rain is pouring...

Noisy water

fast stream,

The birds have flown away

To warm climes.

A. Maikov "Autumn"(excerpt)

Covers a golden leaf

Wet ground in the forest...

I boldly trample with my foot

Spring forest beauty.

Cheeks burn with cold;

I like to run in the forest,

Hear the branches crack

Rake the leaves with your feet!

A. Pleshcheev "A boring picture"

Boring picture!

Clouds without end

The rain is pouring down

Puddles on the porch...

stunted rowan

Wet under the window;

Looks village

Gray spot.

What are you visiting early

Autumn, come to us?

Still asks the heart

Light and warmth!

A. Fet "The swallows are gone"

The swallows are gone

And yesterday dawn

All the rooks flew

Yes, how the 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 - involuntarily

It's hard - even cry!

Look across the field

Tumbleweed

Jumps like a ball.

A. Pushkin "Autumn"(excerpt)

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. Pushkin “Already the sky was breathing in autumn”

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.

F. Tyutchev "There is in the original autumn"

Is in the autumn of the original

A short but marvelous time -

The whole day stands as if crystal,

And radiant evenings ...

Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,

Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -

Only cobwebs of thin hair

Shines on an idle furrow.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,

But far from the first winter storms

And pure and warm azure pours

To the resting field...

S. Mikhalkov "If"

We sit and look out the windows.

Clouds are flying across the sky.

In the yard the dogs get wet,

They don't even want to bark.

Where is the sun?

What's happened?

Water flows all day long.

It's so damp outside

That you won't go anywhere.

If you take all these puddles

And combine into one

And then at this puddle

measure depth,

It turns out that a puddle

The Black Sea is no worse

Only the sea is a little deeper,

Only the puddle is a little narrower.

If you take all these clouds

And combine into one

And then on this cloud

Measure the width

That will be the answer,

That the clouds have no edges,

That in Moscow from the clouds - rain,

And in Chita from the clouds - snow.

If you take all these drops

And combine into one

And then this drop

Thread to measure the thickness -

There will be such a chapel

That no one dreamed of.

And never dream

So much water!

Rhymes about autumn for children

We, friends, ask each other:

What has come today? ... (Autumn)

Autumn, autumn-bad weather.

Puddles right at ... (threshold).

Puddles on the road

Take care ... (legs).

Cloud like a bird

Across the sky ... (rushes).

Autumn, autumn leaf fall,

The leaves are yellow ... (fly).

The wind is blowing, blowing

A cloud of sun ... (closes).

Rain dripping in the morning -

Autumn is sad... (it's time).

Riddles in poems about autumn for children

There is also a spine, there is also a hat, not a mushroom. (Umbrella)

Antoshka stands on one leg.

They are looking for him, but he does not respond. (Mushroom)

She grew, she grew, she grew

Came out of the bushes

Lit up in bright color

And everyone loved it. (Berry)

Falling from branches

Gold coins. ( Autumn leaves, leaf fall)

Large, fractionally frequent

And the whole earth got wet. (Rain)

A bird flies across the blue sky.

Wings spread -

The sun has dimmed. (Cloud)

Yellow leaves fly

The rain waters the earth...

When does it happen? (in autumn)

Many autumn poems
For the youngest readers
Invented by the past generation
Grandfathers, great-grandfathers and our fathers.
They described everything in colors,
What gives a beautiful autumn,
And what is unkind,
And her wind is unbearable!
But poets love her
Artists and musicians
Though warmed by an imaginary fire,
But they give her their talents!

The weeping time has come
The birds fled from the yard
A fire burns in the bushes,
Though the sun no longer heats the heat!
And a light haze, with a veil,
Fog is drifting towards us from afar.
Poetry is the golden word
This is ready to sing.
All this is called autumn,
And I love her portraits. (or: And I love sonnets about her.)

The trees are undressed
How sorry they were
Mountain ash blushed
And the weed is gone!
That autumn is a covenant for itself,
Plunge into the red sea
It gives love in its own way!
Which cannot be dismissed!

IN childhood autumn seems
Very harmful, very gloomy!
After the summer it does not fit in any way,
With great literature!
But Russian poets have it
Causes one admiration
Like, for the joy of the eye is given,
It's time for autumn and no bloom!
Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov,
Sang it for all of us
Like, look, there are so many colors in it,
And, they say, all this without embellishment!
I also wanted to understand
How does she inspire them?
Been watching autumn
And I saw the beauty bloom!
Huge bright palette of colors,
And rowan beads glow,
Even that heavy emptiness
Heavenly ashes haze!

Golden-golden, my dear autumn
I go playing with leaves
And admire you!
If I could rule with a brush
I would draw you
But I will praise with verses
After all, words are subject to me.
I will call you queen
All the time that is on earth!
I hope I don't piss them off
That I give love only to you!

Autumn is a glorious enchantress!
You, having painted with your right hand
The world around does not skimp on paint
There is no better time of the year!
The poets of the world have praised you,
And the musicians often sang!
And I want to sing you
And I want to find glory for you!
In poems, in ballads, dreams
You, my cool moment,
I want to capture for a century
And fly away with your wind!

What is cold autumn?
Why is everyone chanting it
And not only natural colors
But the days when everything howls?
I decided to figure it out myself
And put on high boots
And I went for a walk through the meadows,
Through the forests, through the distant fields!
In blooming purple, bright
Yellow glare paint
Red brush, hot brush,
Paints as if in a fairy tale!
How beautiful you are, autumn
Understood, I then you!
Brings joy to people
What do you give us loving!

In the garden they forced a child
Learn poems about autumn
And I will say that I am from the cradle
I don't like her very much!
And even the colors are bright
I'm not inspired!
I want hot days
When friends walk!
But my mother came to mind
The idea of ​​autumn to protect,
And she brought me boots
Through puddles to roam!
And I'll tell you from the bottom of my heart
I love autumn in cities
After all, kids love
Jump through the puddles in the yards!

A big competition awaits me
The best miss "Autumn"!
I will light up a new star
And I'm very worried!
Golden wreath on me
rowan earrings,
Even the birds above
There is no such picture!
I'm waiting for victory, friends,
Beautiful autumn!

Autumn, autumn you are my golden
Poems dedicated to you!
Everyone always admires loudly,
Your soul is airy and thin!
How not to love you for the colors
How not to love you for breathing?
After all, only with you is all the fuss,
Leaves the subconscious!

Ice cubes crunch underfoot
The leaves are torn on the boots,
By leaps and bounds,
Autumn is rushing to the threshold!
Beautiful and very bright
With their hot colors
She warms in the cold
Even if you can't see the heat!

People wrap themselves in warm clothes,
Your clothes, leaving everything at home,
Only rowan put on earrings,
Only the trees look different
Yellow paints, bright spots,
Purple, burgundy, merlot and pomegranate,
Looks at us from the fire all hot
Autumn, which makes me immensely happy!

Autumn-autumn golden,
Falling leaves on the road!
I play with your foliage
And I'm extremely happy about that!
Yes, we said goodbye to summer,
But there's no need to be sad
Autumn has greetings
Well, sadness, then everything is empty!

I hear a rustle under my feet
I am already fallen leaves,
And the grass lies, does not breathe,
The brook froze running ...
This autumn is coming
We are on our heels every day,
The kid is no longer playing
And a shadow has risen in the sky!

yellowed leaves,
Autumn is already in the yard
The grass darkened
Where can kids play?
Us raw rains
Tired at all
But we are ahead
Bad weather is only shade ...
Even if the sun's eyes
Warmed us up
I would then be glad
I would sing autumn!

Very golden
Fragrant paints
I draw you
Such a beautiful one!
I'm crazy about you
I don't need a mess
What gives a dashing summer
Let it be warmed by the sun.
I want your peace
My colorful autumn ...

Autumn, wonderful time
Children in the yards in the morning
Already rustling sheet
Yellow grass!
Voices ring around
Everyone run outside!
Run and jump through the puddles
And collect a herbarium!

Yellow leaves in the yard
And there are no flowers already in the grass
Frost light walked
And covered with frost all around!
It's time for goodbyes
And soon the sun will be gone.
That autumn is in a hurry to visit us,
And give us colors!

Leaves tangled underfoot
Rowan in the eyes burns,
I wrapped myself in a warm jacket
After all, the sun no longer soars!
But don't get upset
This autumn waved its wings,
And let the wind howl the song
We will sing it with him!

Nice on a clear morning,
Not like summer days
I collected foliage in the herbarium,
And the remains of flowers and grass.
A bouquet will delight us,
The leaves are bright straightened!
Your last greeting to us,
Conquered by its beauty!

The most beautiful poems about autumn from Russian poets
Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies;

Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.

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

All is well under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my dear Rus' ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails.
I think my mind...
(N. Nekrasov)

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)

Autumn in the yard
Summer is crumbling
Autumn is in the yard.
Flocks of birds are calling
Behind the forest at dawn.
Crying, tormented
Autumn time.
And I missed crying
He leaves the yard.
Cold days have come
Everywhere snow and ice.
The waterways are frozen,
And only the blizzard sings.
Snowdrifts shake white,
How the roof rustles.
For numb boughs
Hooks, whistles.
Screaming like a crazy witch
And there is silence.
My hut is small
Alone in the forest.
(K. Balmont)

Noisy leaves, flying around
Noisy leaves, flying around,
The forest started the autumn howl ...
Some gray birds flock
Spinning in the wind with foliage.

And I was small - a careless joke
Their confusion seemed to me:
Under the rumble and rustle of a terrible dance
I had doubly fun.

I wanted along with a noisy whirlwind
Spinning through the forest, screaming -
And meet each copper sheet
Delight joyfully-crazy!
(I. Bunin)

Golden 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.
(B. Pasternak)

Patterned sundress

Autumn walks, the forests blossomed. -
"I will dress the fields in a sundress."
And Winter grumbled dejectedly:
"I'll put them under the canvas."
The wind flew by. They shouted.
And the joker unfolded a whole buzz.
“As Autumn orders me, - at first,
And then: - Like Winter, - he whispered.
Wagged, twisted, two-faced,
And started a blizzard for six months.
Look, rooks, along with a bird of various
March and April danced here.
The mists warmed up in the morning,
Sweet spring blows in the heart.
And all over the earth - sundresses,
And what is their pattern - painted.
(K. Balmont)

Uncompressed strip

Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.
It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
"It's boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!
We are being ruined by the villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?
Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?
No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.
Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "
The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.
Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,
The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.
The eyes dimmed and the voice disappeared,
That a mournful song sang,
Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.
(Nikolai Nekrasov)

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Good day, friends! Autumn is the most beautiful time of the year and it is not for nothing that so many beautiful poems have been written about it. The riot of colors and smells is amazing, and the fabulous atmosphere charges you with good emotions.

It's so nice to take a walk with a child on autumn park, strewn with colorful leaves, breathe fresh air! And all this poets convey to us in their best creations!

I made a selection a long time ago that I use myself and share with you. Choose and enjoy! I do not mind!

Poems about autumn for first graders

First class, your baby is still so small. And now he's at school. You have a lot of worries about him and a lot of problems. Pleasant chores, lessons, and now the rhyme must be taught. It could be this small.

Appeared on mountain ash

scarlet earrings,

And aspens in red dresses

Circling with a birch.

And if the previous one seemed very small to you, then take a look at this one.

Look outside the window

Leaves are raining down!

We'll go for a walk

We will collect them in bouquets.

Yellow and red

All are so different!

Poems about autumn for children 6-7 years old for memorization

This, it seems to me, is a good selection, it has saved me more than once. When you come home from work, you don’t really want to surf the Internet in search of a verse. Moreover, there are so many of them that you can’t decide then.

The birds flew south

So, autumn is in the yard.

Early in the morning we'll see

White frost on the grass.

The trees dropped their leaves.

Bright blue river

Like a cold mirror

Reflects clouds.

And here, since I sat down on a day off, I chose rhymes for myself and use them, which I advise you to do. It's convenient, and you don't have to roam anywhere.

Autumn has come, flew around our garden ...

But the mountain ash pleases the guys

- Scarlet clusters bloom brightly in the wind.

Lush asters with chrysanthemums bloom.

Beautiful poems for children 6 years old

And, as without the classics! Nowhere! Very beautiful poem, I really like it! Do you like the classics or more contemporary poets?

Sad time! Oh charm!
I like your farewell beauty
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.

These are very beautiful lines, but we are not given yet. We remember the lines, but we confuse the sequence. Maybe a little later everything will turn out!

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 poems for preschoolers and first graders

Very big choice such quatrains, my eyes run wide, but I stopped right there. He is tall and serious.

Above the grove, above the deaf suburb Above the graying of pre-winter days - Autumn ringing, dry and clear, Everything is hurried and noisy. Where by the country road a rowan bush Burns with an abandoned fire, A red aspen leaf rings With a long road bell. Where the reeds drooped low with their scorched heads, The silver ripples of the river ring with wandering leaves. Under the roll call of the crane, Under the whistle of tits, from all sides, the autumn iridescent rings, Crystal, slender chime For a change, you can learn such a wonderful creation with your child. When dawn dimly and miserably illuminates the fogs, November's horses will gallop along the icy road. On the irradiation - the old woman Autumn, The wide path - to all ends, In the arc - a shining blue, And under the arc - bells ...

I really hope that you also liked this selection of poems, which is suitable for memorizing. Kids 6-7 years old will definitely cope and memorize the rhyme that you pick up.

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In this section you will find poems about autumn for junior schoolchildren. All works are easy to read and remember. The poems are small in volume, but bright and figurative in content. Also on our website you will find a selection of poems about autumn for kids and for children 4-6 years old.

Poems about autumn for grades 1-2-3

Autumn

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

(M. Ivensen)

It's autumn, friend

Someone with yellow paint
Painted the forests
For some reason they became
Heaven below.

Blazed brighter
Tassels of rowan.
All flowers withered
Only fresh wormwood.

I asked my dad:
- What happened all of a sudden?
And dad answered:
- It's autumn, friend.

(N.Antonova)

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)

Autumn is coming

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)

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 ...

(V. Gvozdev)

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.

(M.Sadovsky)

Autumn

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!

(3. Fedorovskaya)

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)

autumn wind

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

Autumn

autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.

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

It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!
(O.Vysotskaya)

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What is everyone's favorite holiday? Certainly, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends to earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. Dedicated to New Year great amount poems. IN …



In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable for children aged 5,6,7. Poems about...



Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, snowstorms, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The guys rejoice at the white flakes of snow, get skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice hill, sculpting ...



A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and the New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, a Christmas tree for junior group kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's holidays. Here …

1 - About the little bus that was afraid of the dark

Donald Bisset


A fairy tale about how a mother-bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About a little bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his mom and dad in a garage. Every morning …

2 - Three kittens

Suteev V.G.

little fairy tale for the little ones about three restless kittens and their funny adventures. Little kids love short stories with pictures, therefore, Suteev's fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...

Beautiful poems are liked not only by adults, but also by children. The children are happy to recite them at the festive matinees. Simple texts are more suitable for memorization. Short rhyming lines are easy for kids to remember. Poems are useful for the development of a child of any age. They are more fun to study with. the world, natural phenomena, seasons.

Poems about autumn for children aged 6-7 in an accessible form introduce them to the signs of this season. Children will learn about the behavior of birds and animals, weather, plants. Learning poems for kindergarten, kids get used to performing in front of the public. children senior group you can safely send them to the competition so that they read their favorite poem about autumn.

Hello golden autumn!
How many colors - look.
I'll paint a picture
To give to my grandfather.

Here is a birch, there is a mountain ash,
Christmas tree green.
Above the sky is blue
The sun is fun.

Here comes the autumn
It's been raining since morning.
But the weather is not afraid
Naughty child.

We will take an umbrella
And let's go for a walk in the yard.
And rubber boots
Our feet don't get wet.

Autumn came to us in September.
How many mushrooms have grown!
Clothes color changed
At trees and bushes.

Maple put on a red caftan,
The poplars are all yellow.
Only the Christmas trees were not removed
The dresses are green.

Look what a miracle
Suddenly it happened in the yard:
Dress up, dress up
All trees in September.

Appeared on mountain ash
scarlet earrings,
And aspens in red dresses
Circling with a birch.

Look outside the window
Leaves are raining down!
We'll go for a walk
We will collect them in bouquets.
Yellow and red
All are so different!

Autumn did not come empty-handed,
She brought a fruit basket.
Peaches, pears and ripe plums
Mom washed it and gave it to us.

A bunch of grapes is sweet and fragrant,
Juicy berries are asked in the mouth.
The main thing is to stop in time,
So that the stomach does not hurt later.

Again the rain charged
Puddles in the yard.
We won't go for a walk with you
We sit in the corner.

The birds flew south
So, autumn is in the yard.
Early in the morning we'll see
White frost on the grass.

The trees dropped their leaves.
Bright blue river
Like a cold mirror
Reflects clouds.

Autumn has come, flew around our garden ...
But on the other hand, mountain ash pleases the guys -
Clusters of scarlet bloom brightly in the wind.
Lush asters with chrysanthemums bloom.

Decorate your garden with maple leaves
Clusters of mountain ash, spruce cones.
Hello our autumn! We are ready for the meeting:
We learned a song, we know a new dance.

Squirrels have no time to frolic,
Autumn won't wait for them.
Need to think about stocks
To not starve in winter.

Collect nuts, cones
And hide in hiding places.
Frost is not terrible now,
The animals are ready.

On a forest walk we found mushrooms,
Right under the birch, on a green hummock.
Autumn gave velvet hats
Little twins behind a spruce paw.

Sideways put on, a yellow leaf on top.
Grow up brothers! We'll still find.

Forests without leaves
The birds' voices subsided.
Rain drops in the yard
Little sun in October.

It's sad in November for the little animals,
There are no berries or mushrooms.
Good for whoever did
Your stock before the cold.

Look guys
How much gold is around!
This autumn tried
So that our yard becomes elegant.

Golden carpet under your feet
She threw generously.
To all trees and leaves
Handed out yellow paint.

The harvest is ripe
We will collect together.
How many pears hang and apples,
You can't even see branches.

Cabbage buckled up
Pumpkin is good too.
So we didn't try hard
To grow the harvest.

So little sun in November
That you don't want to walk.
But we shouldn't guys
On an autumn day to lose heart.

Look at the puddles -
How thin ice sparkles!
The first snowflake in the sky
Spinning like a helicopter.

Look at the bunny
Well, he became a fashionista!
Boasting a white coat
And he ran off into the woods.

There are also many beautiful poems by famous Russian poets. They are suitable for schoolchildren of grades 1, 2, 3 and for children of the older group of kindergarten.