This collection of autumn poems is designed specifically for children aged 6, when they can already learn both short and slightly longer texts. The poems describe signs familiar to preschoolers: birds flying south, leaves turning yellow and red, and warm summers giving way to cool rains. The alternation of two and three quatrains will help train memory while captivating children with vibrant autumn images.
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Farewell to summer
Summer flew by like a swift bee. Autumn, the red-haired girl, came to visit us on the wind. She brought with her a cool breeze, a warm scarf and boots. I'm glad to have such a guest, Autumn, come inside!
Artist Autumn
Autumn took out her brush, taking bright colors. She painted all the trees and bushes in the forests. The red maple burns like a flame, the yellow ash by the river waves its slender branches, as if asking: "Look!" And the birch tree in a new dress, golden as the dawn. Autumn gives everyone a new look in the first days of September.
Autumn hedgehog
A hedgehog stomps through the forest, searching for a warm leaf. Soon he'll hide in a curtain of needles and branches. He carries milk mushrooms on his needles, the aroma of sweet apples. Autumn drives all the funny little forest animals to their burrows, to the river's mouth.
Crybaby clouds
Large grey clouds have covered everything around. The rain pours down, stinging and biting, Wetting the green meadow. We'll put on our raincoats, Open our bright umbrellas. We're not afraid of these glares, We'll gallop through the puddles. A drop bounces across the roof: Tap-tap-tap, it sings. The wind blows softer and softer, Silence falls.
Bird wedge
High beneath the clouds, geese are heading south. They flap their powerful wings, gathering in a perfect circle. Goodbye, flock of birds, come back to us in the spring. Autumn, golden, walks by, waving after you.
Mushroom season
We'll go into the forest with a basket, along a narrow path. We'll find a mushroom under a fir tree, hidden, tiny. Here's a chanterelle in a red cap, Here's a pot-bellied boletus. On its strong paw As if colorful moss has stuck. We'll gather them in a basket, Bring them quickly into the house. And with a little potatoes We'll bake them for dinner.
November
Leaves fly off the branches, swirling in a dance above the ground. The janitor quietly removes this golden rug. I gather them into a bouquet, the brightest and largest. And I offer to Mommy: "Admire the beauty!".
Harvest in the garden
Everything is ripe in the garden, time to harvest the fruit. The red beets are ripe, and the cabbage is by the water. The pumpkin, round as the sun, beckons us with its yellow side. It knocks on the window, delighting the autumn eye. We put everything in baskets, we'll take them home. These delicious pictures will delight us all winter.
Cobweb
A silver web glistens on the bushes on an autumn day. Like a crystal snowflake on a woven stole. The spider skillfully wove a web, waiting for the cold weather. Autumn has quietly arrived, throwing off its summer veil.
Cold breeze
The wind blows ever stronger, driving the clouds into the distance. The sun's warmth grows weaker, bringing us sadness. But we're not used to being sad. We'll play in the leaves. And collect cheerful laughter in a warm jacket. Let the weather frown, And the mornings be cool. We're glad to see such a funny update in all the children's yards.
Rowan-beauty
The rowan tree has woven its bushes like a red thread. Like a beautiful painting of unprecedented beauty. Birds are pecking at berries, hiding from the cold. They sing ringing songs, awaiting a winter without hunger.
Autumn forest
The forest has fallen silent, standing still, having cast off its lush attire. Only the pines, like columns, stand in a single row, green. Underfoot, shaggy moss spreads softly like a carpet. Somewhere, a timid hare hops like a quick bun. Autumn has covered the forest with dreams, preparing it for winter. It has said goodbye to us, dissolving into the silence.
Puddles of glass
In the morning, the puddles were covered with a thin, ringing crystal. The trees were reflected in them, as if in blue binoculars. I stamp my foot on the glass—it shatters into pieces. Like white daisies, their petals suddenly scattered.
September day
It's still warm, still radiant. The September sun laughs. And the sky is clear, silvery, And the grass dries in the yard. But in the evenings a chill blows, It gets dark earlier outside. And the wind swirls over the village, Frightening the old sleepy house. We drink tea with sweet raspberries, Read fairy tales by the fire. And autumn looks at us furtively At the end of a gentle day.
Clubfoot bear
The bear wanders around the den, looking for a place under a pine tree. His legs already ache before the long winter. He ate his fill of berries, licked the sweet honey. And now, covered with needles, he disappears into the forest until spring.
Autumn song
Drip-drip-drip, the raindrops are pattering, Rustle-rustle-rustle, the leaves are rustling. Cobwebs are swirling in the sky, the thyme is falling asleep. The children know this song, they sing it in the yard. There is no more beautiful thing in the world than this fairy tale in October. We will jump in puddles, laugh heartily. And we will not grieve at all, how wonderful we are!
Foggy morning
A thick morning fog descended like a white cloud. The house dissolved in the fog, like a fairytale illusion. I walk, but everything is as if in a haze, I can’t see a thing. Autumn wanders invisible, to clothe the entire earth.
A hare in a grey fur coat
The bunny hops along the edge of the forest, pressing her ears down. Looking for sweet crumbs, To nibble on as a surprise. Soon she'll exchange her gray fur for fluffy snow. Winter is just around the corner, The bunny slows down. Autumn has covered her warm hole in the bushes with a leaf. She's opened the door to a fairy tale, Lulling fear.
Late autumn
In November, the trees are bare, the wind howls behind the chimney. Birds fly away to the valleys, taking away the summer heat. Soon snow will cover the earth, all the fields will turn white. Autumn, I accept you, my golden one!
Goodbye, autumn!
Goodbye, yellow leaf, Goodbye, gray rain. You leave with a quiet step, Leading winter behind you. We molded a snowball, The first, timid and funny. Autumn disappeared somewhere in the sky, Waving after us. We will wait for you back, In a year, at your faithful hour. Come to us carefully, Delight us with your beauty.