Autumn in the poems of Samuil Marshak is not a dreary time, but a time of quiet joy, observation of nature's transformation, and reflection on life. His poetry, addressed to both children and adults, is full of vivid imagery, simple and understandable, yet profound and touching. Marshak knew how to see beauty in the ordinary, in the rustling of leaves, in the first frosts, in birds flying away. These poems convey a feeling of comfort, warmth, and a luminous melancholy, reminding us of the transience of time and inevitable change. They teach us to appreciate every moment and find beauty in every corner of the world.
October
Look, it's autumn: The lights in the gardens have faded. And the yellow leaves are swirling, As if butterflies are trembling. October is already here, And it's getting colder in September. The rain drizzles, and the wind howls, And the sun rarely gives us water.
Cleaning
The garden is bustling with activity, Apples are flying into piles. And Uncle Vanya stands, singing loudly. Leaves are being raked into fires, And the smell of smoke wafts in the distance. Bright autumn days bring us joy.
November
The yellow leaves swirl and swirl. Leaves fall from the trees like a shower of stars. They fall quietly, landing on the ground. And nature marvels at us in this vibrant autumn.
Autumn evening
All around is silent, Only the wind whispers in the field. And the clouds, like fluff, float in the heavenly will. The autumn evening is quiet, And it is full of peace. And it seems as if the world has fallen asleep, sheltered by fate.
First frost
The night is quiet and cold, The grass glistens like silver. She has come for the first time, the herald of winter, and she is right. Frost has blossomed on the windows, And the garden has fallen silent, listening. The autumn day has passed, And a winter fairy tale has emerged.
Autumn colors
Crimson, gold, and copper, the autumn forest is a celebration. Nature wants to do everything before the celebration arrives. The trees, clad in expensive gowns, stand as if at a ball. And the wind, the mischievous one, tears the leaves away, showing no favor.
The sadness of autumn
The birds have fallen silent in the sky, and the sun shines faintly. In autumnal sadness and silence, the soul truly yearns. But in this sadness there is peace, and the wisdom of mature, quiet days. The autumn wind sings its melody about such a sadness.
Rain
Gray rain beats on the roofs, and a wet wind howls. Like a kind old chief, it brings us an autumn dream. Ships dance in the puddles, and umbrellas flicker in the distance. The rain will wash away summer dreams, and autumn will come into its own.
The last flowers
In the garden, the dahlias have faded, and the asters have bowed their heads. These are the last, tender images of autumnal melancholy, a quiet note. But even in this fading, there is beauty that warms the heart. And autumn allows us to read its quiet, wise, and bright message.
Autumn Garden
There's silence in the autumn garden, Only the leaves whisper timidly. And a ray of sun, barely visible, Glides timidly over the apples. It smells of apples, smoke, And rotting leaves, and peace. The autumn garden, so beloved, Is filled with a quiet, bright note.
Autumn wind
The autumn wind, playful, tears leaves and whirls them in a dance. Like an artist, playful, it paints autumn in space. In its gusts, one can hear sadness, and the anticipation of cold weather. But in this sadness there is also a taste, of autumn's quiet, bright dreams.
The birds fly away
Birds fly away in flocks, to the south, to lands of warmth and light. The autumn sky sees them off, their sad, quiet silhouette. We watch them go, and our hearts clench, from this sadness, from separation. But we know that spring will return, and the birds will fly to us again from the south.
Autumn day
An autumn day, short and quiet, holds so much light and peace. The air is fresh, and its daring scent reminds us of the past. We wander the park's alleys, inhaling the scent of decay. And autumn gives us gifts, in its beautiful attire.
Autumn rains
Autumn rains tap on the windows, And the wet city falls asleep. They wash away the traces of summer, And begin a new story. In their monotonous, quiet noise, There is something sad and bright. Autumn rains, as if in a thought, Give us time for reflection.
Autumn forest
The autumn forest is like a fairy tale, with vibrant colors ablaze. Silence and grace bring us joy and peace. We wander along narrow paths, inhaling the scent of mushrooms. And the forest stands, so pensive, in its quiet autumnal slumber.