Autumn is a wonderful time of year when the leaves turn bright and colorful, and the air is cool and crisp. Children love autumn for the beautiful leaves, perfect for collecting into bouquets, and for the first rains, which are so fun to jump in in rubber boots. Autumn brings a harvest of vegetables and fruits, and also presents us with many new experiences and reasons to enjoy. At this time of year, you can watch migratory birds and prepare for the coming of winter. Let's dive into the world of autumn poems together!
The leaves are swirling
Yellow leaves are flying, the wind gently drives them. Birds are hurrying south, autumn is coming to visit us. A carpet of bright fallen leaves lies on the ground. The sun shines, but is silent, gifts of autumn in fairy tales.
Autumn rain
The rain began to tap softly, On the window, on the path. It pressed a leaf to my face, And washed the flowers a little. It watered all the mushrooms, And refreshed the trees. Autumn plays so generously, And brings us coolness. We'll put on our boots, And run through the puddles. There will be bright stripes, And we want to laugh!
Pumpkin
A pumpkin has grown in the garden, with an orange, round side. It's as if it's sheltered by the sun, and it's very happy, my friend! We'll invite the pumpkin to visit, and we'll make it smile. And we'll treat it to some delicious porridge, to its bright autumn face.
Autumn forest
We'll go to the autumn forest, pick mushrooms there. And learn about the birds, We'll take autumn walks. The leaves will whisper, Tales of the forest, the silence. The squirrels will hide their nuts, And give us spring. The gray bunny will run away, Quietly tapping its paws. Autumn will invite us into the forest, Breathing fresh air.
The Wind Hooligan
The mischievous wind is playing tricks, plucking leaves from the branches. He scatters them everywhere, and quietly sings. He plays with the trees, and whistles softly through the trumpet. He decorates everything around, Autumn – this is his hand!
Autumn colors
Autumn plays with colors, yellow, red, gold. The leaves swirl in a dance, the world becomes different. The maple burns like a flame, the birch is dressed in yellow. Autumn is an advertisement, for artists and poets! The sun shines through the foliage, bestowing warm light on the earth. Autumn gives us beauty, in every leaf and in itself.
Apple
In the garden, an apple has ripened, its red side glowing. Not eaten before its time, it has swelled with the sun. We'll pick it now, and taste it. It's sweet and ecstatic, a juicy autumnal load!
Mushrooms
Mushrooms have appeared in the forest, under the fir tree, under the willow. They seem to have washed themselves, and are very well-fed. Chanterelles, porcini mushrooms, butter mushrooms, they are rushing into our basket. Grandma will cook them, children, and treat everyone in sight! We will be very careful, looking for mushrooms in the grass. So as not to meet an evil wolf, and not to trip over stumps.
Yellow leaf
A yellow maple leaf fell, and began to whirl in flight. It danced softly, in its golden compote. The wind picked it up, and sent it flying down the street. With it, the autumn day entered, into the fairy tale it had created for us.
Autumn birds
Birds gather in a flock, And gather south into the distance. They say goodbye to us, And fly away, though sadly. Cranes coo in the sky, Saying goodbye to our land. Autumn sadly answers them, And whispers: "We'll be together in spring!" They will surely return, When the sun warms again. And they will sing to us gratefully, Of love, hope, and blood.
Autumn bouquet
We gathered leaves in a bouquet, maple, oak, and aspen. It contains traces of autumn colors, and our smiles, our birthmarks. We will give the bouquet to mom, and tell her: "We love you!" We want autumn together, we hum joyfully together. It will be a bright decoration, on our shelf, on the windowsill. And a reminder, of the wonderful autumn within me.
The first rain
The first autumn rain, Quietly drips from the sky. It's so cool, so gentle, The forest brings us refreshment. It washed all the leaves, And the flowers in all the flowerbeds. And now they're all clean, Like angels in a dream. We'll put on our raincoats, And run through the puddles. There will be bright stripes, And we'll be happy!
Hedgehog
The hedgehog rustles in the leaves, carrying apples in his needles. He's in a hurry for winter, asking for a warm burrow. He collects mushrooms, drying them on a stump. And quietly sings an autumn song to himself.
Autumn Garden
The autumn garden is quiet and empty, Only the wind plays with the leaves. All the songs of art have fallen silent, And the garden sometimes falls asleep. Apples fall to the ground, A sweet aroma all around. We will eat them with our knees, And rejoice, my friend. The garden prepares for sleep, Under a blanket of snow and white. It will be there for a long, long time, Awaiting a new call.
Autumn is visiting
Autumn has come to visit us, with leaves, with rain, with winds. She has transformed everything around, and given us gifts. We will paint autumn, and we will dedicate songs to her. We will play together, and we want to dream of winter.