Children's poems about winter for children 5. Poems for children on the theme of "winter"

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Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The guys rejoice at the white flakes of snow, take out skates and sledges from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, making a snowman. What could be more fun and joyful!

In this section of our site you will find a selection of poems about winter for children 5,6,7 years old. From the whole variety of winter poems, we have collected those works that will appeal to children of average and senior group kindergarten. These verses are suitable not only for reading on winter evenings, but also for memorization. When preparing for the matinee, be sure to read all the poems and you will definitely find the one that the child wants to learn :)

Happy winter has come ...

Winter has come merry
With skates and sleds
With a sprinkled track,
With a magical old tale.
On a decorated Christmas tree
Lanterns swing.
Let the winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!

(I. Chernitskaya)

Painter painting

I drew all night
Worked conscientiously
I did not know rest.
And now on the windows
Already turned white
Tall pines
Fluffy spruce.
Then we saw
There is a firmament
Where the stars are merry
Have a round dance
Snowflakes fluttered
One by one -
So the windows are frosty
Decorated in winter.
(A. Melnikov)

Christmas tree

The tree grew
In the forest on the mountain.
She has needles
In winter, in silver.

On her bumps
The little ones are knocking
Snow coat
Lies on your shoulders.

There lived a bunny under the tree
With her hare.
A flock flew in
Tap dance from the fields.

Came to the tree
And wolves in winter ...
We took away the tree
To my home.

Dressed up a Christmas tree
Into a new outfit -
On thick needles
The sequins are burning.

(E. Trutneva)

White birch

White birch
Under my window
Covered with snow
Like silver.

On fluffy branches
With a snowy border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.

And there is a birch
In the sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In a golden fire.

And the dawn, lazily
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

(S. Yesenin)

Snow everywhere

Everywhere there is snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us as soon as possible,
Brought us bullfinches.

From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing by the rubble.

I can too
So dance in the snow.

(A. Brodsky)

Snow book

Snow like a white page.
What is written on it?
A fox came out of the forest ...
A sled trail is visible nearby.

Leaving signs in the snow
Two dogs ran.
Here - someone fell off the skis.
Here - a mouse was looking for grain.

A squirrel sat on a pine tree
And threw cones into the snow ...
Tales of this White Book
I would read for a century.

Only the light of heaven melts.
Blizzard snow volume leafing through ...
No problem.
We are tomorrow afternoon
Let's read the new book!

(A. Usachev)

Snowflakes

The hedgehog looks at the snowflakes.
“This, - he thinks, - hedgehogs ...
White, prickly
And besides, they are volatile. "

Spider on a spider web
Also looks at the snowflakes:
"Look how brave
These flies are white! "

The hare looks at the snowflakes:
“These are hare fluffs ...
Apparently, the hare - covered in fluff -
She is brushing her fur coat upstairs. "

The boy looks at the snowflakes:
"Is this maybe some laughs? .."
He won't understand why
It’s a lot of fun for him.

(A. Usachev)

Snowball

Snow flutters, whirls,
It's white on the street.
And puddles turned
Into cold glass.

Where the finches sang in the summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
Bullfinches on the branches.

The snow is cut with skis
Like chalk, squeaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

(N. Nekrasov)

Snow woman

We are a snow woman
Blinded to glory.
For glory, for glory,
For fun.
On us she is black
Looks with his eyes
As if laughing
Two coals.
Although it is worth
Our woman with a broom
But let it not seem
She's angry to you.
A bucket instead of a hat
We put on her ...
With a snow woman
The game is more fun.

(A. Brodsky)

Winter at the edge

At the little one, by the Christmas tree
Green needles.
Fragrant, fluffy,
Silver from the snow!

On a coward bunny
A pine cone fell from the tree!
He runs along the path
The tail and back flicker.

A fox wanders around
And he is proud of his tail.
On a high snowy slope
Horned elk, as in a crown!

On the branches of green
Rime whitewashed
Like scarlet beads
Small bullfinches.

The sun is flooded with the edge,
Squirrel, red-haired girlfriend,
I came to visit the tree,
Yes, she brought nuts.

(I. Gurin)

First snow

On trees, on alleys
Snow flies whiter than flour
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hand
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow
How happy he is to everyone.

(I. Melnichuk)

Winter

Ponds are chained until March,
But how warm the houses are!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Thoroughly winter.
Snow falls from birches
In a drowsy silence.
Summer paintings frost
Draws on the window.

(E. Rusakov)

On the hill

Go around all the courtyards -
Better not to find mountains.
Carefully! Beware!
The kids are rushing down
Standing, sitting, kneeling
On cardboard boxes and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh-ho, see for yourself
What a miracle this sleigh:
Five of us barely sat down,
And rushed with the breeze!
Straight to the turn
Someone was left behind ...
We ran into a snowdrift:
Who got there, on the side - bang!

(N. Gorodetskaya)

Zimushka-winter

In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter
The wind is knocking its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy whiteness.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.

(T. Bokova)

We are snowflakes

We are snowflakes, we are fluff
We are not averse to spinning.
We are snowflakes - ballerinas
We dance day and night.
We stand together in a circle -
It turns out a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees
The roofs were covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And saved from the cold.

Birch

There is a birch tree
In a cape,
Ringing on the branches
Fringe.
The easier it is
Than snowflakes are more tender -
The colder
It's winter!

(G. Novitskaya)

Bullfinches

Run out quickly
Look at the bullfinches.
Arrived, Arrived,
Snowstorms greeted the flock!

A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them mountain ash.
Sweetened well
On a late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.

(A. Prokofiev)

Where did the snowflakes come from?

Who knits snowflakes and throws them from the sky?
Even my mother does not know such patterns
And yarn has never been seen like this -
Our city is all white, slightly blue.

Or maybe they are cut out of chintz
And quietly down on my eyelashes?
With a tear on their cheeks, they slowly melt ...
Where did the snowflakes come from? Does anyone know?

Winter

Fluffy white snow
Is spinning in the air
And quietly to the ground
Falls, lies down.

And under the morning snow
The field has turned white
Like a shroud
Everything clothed him.

Dark forest - what a cap
Covered himself with a weird
And fell asleep under her
Strongly, soundly ...

God's days are short
The sun shines a little
Here came the frosts -
And winter has come.

(I. Surikov)

By ski

The whole earth is covered in snow
I'm skiing
You run after me.
Well in the forest in winter:

The sky is bright blue
They ate, pine trees in hoarfrost,
Snow sparkles underfoot.
Hey guys, who's behind us?

(A. Vvedensky)

Snowflakes

Outside the window - a blizzard,
Outside the window - darkness
Looking at each other
They sleep in the snow at home.

And the snowflakes are spinning -
All of them do not care! -

With a bare shoulder.

Teddy bear
Sleeps in his corner
And listens in half an ear
Blizzard outside the window.

Old, gray-haired,
With an ice stick
Blizzard waddles
Babya Yaga.

And the snowflakes are spinning -
All of them do not care! -
In light dresses with lace
With a bare shoulder.

Thin legs -
Soft boots
White slipper -
Ringing heel.

(S. Kozlov)

Cheerful Snowflake

The wind sings a song
At the edge of the forest
Calls me to dance
In a round dance to the girlfriends.

Wind, wind, blow harder
To dance more fun
Ice circle -
A small snowflake.

Sorceress Winter ...

Sorceress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands
And under the snow fringe,
Motionless, dumb,
He shines with a wonderful life.

And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by magic sleep,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain ...

Does the winter sun fly
His ray is oblique to him -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.

(F. Tyutchev)

First snow

Morning cat
Brought on my paws
First snow!
First snow!
He has
Taste and smell
First snow!
First snow!
He's spinning
Light,
New,
Have the guys over their heads
He managed to
Downy shawl
Spread
On the pavement
He turns white
Along the fence
I took a nap on the lantern, -
So soon
Very soon
The sled will fly
Down the hills
So it will be possible
Again
Build a fortress
In the courtyard!

(J. Akim)

Snow and garden

Leisurely
I walk in the garden
Under the inaudible
Snowfall
And I wonder:
Is the garden
I passed
Hour ago?

He was gloomy
Old and small
This one is festive
And cheerful
He was black
This one is gray
And younger
for a hundred years!

(I. Maznin)

A blizzard roamed ...

A blizzard roamed
Bent over ate
Down to the ground. With fright
The shutters creaked.

And snowflakes in the window
They beat with moths
Melt and tears
They pour down the glass.

Complaint to someone
The wind is sending on something
And it rages fiercely:
Someone did not hear.

And a flock of snowflakes
Everything is knocking on the window
And with tears, melting,
Streams across the glass.

(S. Yesenin)

Frost

Silver trees
The veil has spread -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lacy beauty!

And the birch itself is sad
I could not find out myself -
This is how the skilful
Winter tree branches ...

(G. Galina)

snowman

One is a hand, two is a hand -
We make a snowman!
Three is four, three is four
Let's draw a mouth wider!
Five - we'll find carrots for the nose
Let's find some embers for the eyes.
Six - put on our hat obliquely
Let him laugh with us.
Seven and eight, seven and eight,
We'll ask him to dance.
Nine - ten - snowman
Over the head - somersault !!!
What a circus!

(V. Stepanov)

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First snow

On trees, on alleys
Snow flies whiter than flour

Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hand
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow
How happy he is to everyone.

(I. Melnichuk)

Frost is a wizard

Frost is a wizard!
This can be seen immediately:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us during the night!

(K. Bilich)

On the hill

(N. Gorodetskaya)

Who will warm the sun?

It's cold all over the winter
They run to the house sooner.
The sun remains.
Who will warm it up?

It used to warm
We were glad to the sun.
And now they admire
Dance of the snow

I will draw the sun
In my album
And as if it will
Lighter in the house.

I'll write a note -
I already know how:
Don't be sad, honey!
I'll warm you.

(Lydia Slutskaya)

Birch

White birch under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
The brushes have blossomed in a white fringe.
And there is a birch tree in sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily, walking around,
Sprinkles new silver on the branches.

snowman

Come on, buddy, bolder, buddy
Katie your snowball in the snow.
It will snowball
And it will become a lump of a snowman.

His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, hat, nose, broom.
But the sun will bake slightly -
Alas! - and there is no snowman.

(V. Egorov)

Snow everywhere

Everywhere there is snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us as soon as possible,
Brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing by the rubble.
I can too
So dance in the snow.

(A. Brodsky)

Winter

Ponds are chained until March,
But how warm the houses are!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Thoroughly winter.
Snow falls from birches
In a drowsy silence.
Summer paintings frost
Draws on the window.

(E. Rusakov)

Zimushka-winter

In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter
The wind is knocking its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy whiteness.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.

(T. Bokova)

Bullfinches

Run out quickly
Look at the bullfinches.
Arrived, Arrived,
Snowstorms greeted the flock!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them mountain ash.
Sweetened well.
On a late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.

(A. Prokofiev)

We are snowflakes

Winter has come

Winter has come merry
With skates and sleds
With a sprinkled track,
With a magical old tale.
On a decorated Christmas tree
Lanterns swing.
Let the winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!

Sled

The sleds slide down themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh rushes down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

(S. Ostrovsky)

Bullfinches

(A. Prokofiev)

Puppy and snow

The puppy looked at the first snow
And he could not understand anything.
- Why are there so many white flies
Crammed into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flies over the fence? ..
He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
Chews, chews, but that's the problem!
There is only one water on the tongue.
Puppy completely embarrassed
And I went back to the kennel.
He was not stupid, just small
And I saw snow for the first time ...

(L. Dyakonov)

Snow family

Snowy grandfather near the house
He is wearing a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Baba to sculpt snow.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.

(M. Vainilaitis)

Snow woman

Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are a snow woman
Blinded by the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
Nobody gets through
Nobody gets through.
Adults and children admire her,
Horny hair
The wind flutters her.
She is familiar
Already all the kids
And the Bug keeps barking:
- Stranger in the yard!

(I. Demyanov)

Snowball

Snow flutters, whirls,
It's white on the street.
And puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in the summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
Bullfinches on the branches.

The snow is cut with skis
Like chalk, squeaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

Morning cat
Brought on my paws
First snow!
First snow!

He has
Taste and smell
First snow!
First snow!

He's spinning
Light,
New,
Have the guys over their heads

He managed to
Downy shawl
Spread
On the pavement

He turns white
Along the fence
Took a nap
On the lantern, -

Means,
Soon,
Very soon
Will fly
Sled
Down the hills.
Means,
Can be
Again
Build a fortress
In the courtyard!

First snow

Hello, friends. Today we have prepared children's poems about winter. You will find short and beautiful poems for the little ones - 3-4, 4-5 years old for children 6-7 years old and, of course, poems for schoolchildren of different ages.

There are several poems by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, they are located at the very bottom of the collection. There are also poems by Sergei Yesenin, Afanasy Fet, Agniya Barto, Samuil Marshak, Alexander Blok, Nikolai Nekrasov, Fyodor Tyutchev and other poets.

Eh .., right school years remembered involuntarily .... There are a lot of poems collected, so you will definitely find something suitable for your children, and maybe for yourself)

Poems about winter for children

Let the snow get warmer
Oleg does not go for a walk,
Doesn't take snow in his hands:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mutters, “
Let the snow become warmer ”
(I. Melnichuk)

Blizzard
Along the streets
A blizzard is sweeping
White snow is everything
It carries the snow.

Wizard
Frost is a wizard!
This can be seen immediately:
And he already
No brushes, no paints
(K. Bilich)

Bridge
No boards and axes
The bridge is ready across the river:
The bridge is like white glass
Slippery, fun, light!

Sled
The sleds slide down themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh rushes down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.
(S. Ostrovsky)

Ice
Doesn't walk or ride
Because the ice is icy.
But it falls perfectly!
Why isn't anyone happy ?!
(V. Berestov)

Zimushka-winter
Oh, you, winter-winter,
Winter is my fierce!
I am begging you
Don't freeze me!

I don’t waste my tears
I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I myself am not wasting them.
Leaving, however, I cry.
(Semyon Ostrovsky)

With the arrival of the cold
Why with the arrival of the cold
Are the tracks crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glasses were inserted into the windows.
(Semyon Ostrovsky)

Oleg is surprised
Oleg is surprised:
- Why is there snow on the roof?
Won't you roll on the roof
Not tobogganing or skiing.
(V. Kudlachev)

Painting
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shiny snow
And the sledges distant
Lonely run.
(Afanasy Fet)

Into the frost
Valentina Lancetti
Snow and cold outside.
Strong ice puddle clogged.
Shyly from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reach for houses:
- Can I get warm with you?

Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?
(Valentin Berestov)

Frost is a wizard
Frost is a wizard!
This can be seen immediately:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us during the night!
(K. Bilich)

We are snowflakes
We are snowflakes, we are fluff
We are not averse to spinning.
We are snowflakes ballerinas
We dance day and night.
We stand together in a circle -
It turns out a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees
The roofs were covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And saved from the cold.

Winter has come
Winter has come merry
With skates and sleds
With a sprinkled track,
With a magical old tale.
On a decorated Christmas tree
Lanterns swing.
Let the winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
(I. Chernitskaya)

Snowflakes
Light, winged,
Like moths
Spinning, spinning
Above the table by the light bulb.
Gathered for the light.
Where can they go?
After all, they too, icy,
I want to warm up.
(I. Bursov)

Snowflakes
At my sister's, at Marinka's,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Lo and behold - no snowflakes to be seen!
Who took the snowflakes
At my Marina?
(M. Rodina)

Winter
In the picture by the winter
Everything is white with snow:
Field, distant hills
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they will flash on it
Amid the cotton glade
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.
(Victor Lunin)

Blue and white
White winter. Everything is covered with hoarfrost.
The snow woman is blue from the cold.
Eat no dinner or supper.
Snow woman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, eccentric, I do not need warmth.
I live together with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and frost?
The ground is white. The sky is blue.
(Frantisek Grubin)

Namely-navuzhilo
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pines
In the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And tangled in the branches
Loud blizzards.
(N. Goncharov)

Three in a snowy clearing
Three in a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sledges.
Only the ground will be covered with snow -
We are going three.
We have fun in the meadow -
Me, Winter and sledges.
(A. Bosev)

Snowstorm song
- For whom are you singing, blizzard,
Silver horns?
- For baby cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.

First snow
On trees, on alleys
Snow flies whiter than flour
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hand
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow
How happy he is to everyone.
(I. Melnichuk)

Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frost,
Winter was coming home -
The snow was spreading pink.
Two blizzards during the winter
That snow blew, shook,
They whipped up the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
(Alexander Prokofiev)

Zimushka-winter
In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter
The wind is knocking its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy whiteness.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.
(T. Bokova)

Winter
All lakes, all streams froze,
The rivers became wide and swift.
White snow fell:
Oh, the drifts are deep.
On the roads -
Do not pass, do not pass!

Winter
Ponds are chained until March,
But how warm the houses are!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Thoroughly winter.
Snow falls from birches
In a drowsy silence.
Summer paintings frost
Draws on the window.
(E. Rusakov)

Winter
As if a bear is in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter
And in the field - frosty haze.
All in hoarfrost - in gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge
And writes funny doodles
A fox with a fluffy tail.
(Petr Komarov)

Who will warm the sun
Who will warm the sun?
It's cold all over the winter
They run to the house sooner.
The sun remains.
Who will warm it up?
It used to warm
We were glad to the sun.
And now they admire
Dance of the snow
I will draw the sun
In my album
And as if it will
Lighter in the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know how:
Don't be sad, honey!
I'll warm you.
(Lydia Slutskaya)

I'm on my way!
I'm on my way! I am driving along the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm on my way! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm on my way! I love tobogganing.
Downhill faster. It is harder upstairs.
And the birds chirp: “Have pity on the horse!
Run your feet home
And help grandma to carry the sled. ”
(Tatiana Bokova)

freezing
“Snowstorms, blizzards and blizzards ...
How many gimmicks are with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired they are to me! " -
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And ice forged the river without noise,
The trees are covered with gray,
And there was silence.
(Valentin Berestov)

Where is my finger?
Masha put on a mitten:
- Oh, where am I a finger ?!
I don't have a finger, I disappeared
I didn't get to my house.
Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You look, you look, and you will find it.
Hello finger! How is it going?
(N. Sakonskaya)

freezing
All the meaner, meaner, meaner
It's frosty outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers his nose.
For both people and machines
Now there is no time for beauty.
Both people and cars
We covered our noses.
(V. Orlov)

Winter is not far
Light snowflakes flutter.
The pines are growing gray across the river.
The crow croaked from the vine:
"Zi-ma, zi-ma not far!"
But I know myself as well
I'm already getting ready for the skating rink.
Just in case, in every puddle
I try ice for strength.
(T. Dmitriev)

snowman
Come on, buddy, bolder, buddy
Katie your snowball in the snow.
It will snowball
And it will become a lump of a snowman.
His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, hat, nose, broom.
But the sun will bake slightly -
Alas! - and there is no snowman.
(V. Egorov)

Winter, winter!
- Winter, winter, winter!
Where have you been?
- I carried the cold in the bag,
The snow shook the ground,
Feet-handles chilled,
I let the cold into the house,
Swept all the tracks
And she raked up the snowdrifts.

Winter has come
At night the wind howled like a wolf
And he beat on the roof with a stick.
In the morning they looked out the window
There's a magic movie:
Rolled out a white canvas
Sketched bright stars
And hats at home
Winter has pushed on.
(V. Fetisov)

Homeland
Under a deadly leaden sky
The winter day is darkening gloomily,
And there is no end to the pine forests,
And far from the villages.
One mist of milky blue
Like someone's meek sorrow
Over this snowy desert
Softens the gloomy distance.
(I.A.Bunin)

freezing
Oh, the frost is angry:
The branches are covered with snow,
Grabs the nose, stings to tears.
The kids are not scared
They go skiing and sledding,
They make fun of the frost.

Birch
White birch under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
The brushes have blossomed in a white fringe.
And there is a birch tree in sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily, walking around,
Sprinkles new silver on the branches.
(S. Yesenin)

*****
Winter-winter has come
She harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
I brought out a path-path,
Swept away the ice on the river,
Tied me to the shore
Chained to the ground!
Small guys
Yes, lovely girls
I sat on a sled,
Yes, she rolled off the mountain!

And the frost is not terrible
Snow covered the city
Frost lace hung ...
From porch to fence
Boris clears the snow.
And with a shovel in hand
Marinka is next to him.
Heat burns on my cheeks -
The path is all long.
And your ears are not cold
How does the frost not get angry
If only for kids
I want to work.
(B. Belash)

Snow everywhere
Everywhere there is snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us as soon as possible,
Brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing by the rubble.
I can too
So dance in the snow.
(A. Brodsky)

Such frost!
Such frost!
Takes the nose
Tears to tears!
Such a crackling frost
Stuck,
Stuck, bored.
Such frost!
Such frost!
Cover your nose -
Has grown to the eyebrows.
Such frost!
Healthy,
Goes - crunches
Expensive.
(N. Aseev)

Letter
It came to us
One letter,
It was strange.
Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From a pure piece of ice
And the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on a little white snow:
- Soon soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly in a blizzard
I'll dance and spin
I will dress the earth with snow,
Both trees and houses ... -
And signed: "Winter"
(I. Pivovarova)

This is snow!
Who is that over there at the hillock?
You can't even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
He doesn't look like Yegorka.
Snow covered my eyebrows
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Egorka the snowman stood up.
(V. Simonov)

Reluctantly in the morning ...
Reluctantly in the morning
Winter was busy -
Fallen leaves
Sweeping in the garden.
Then to work
Took hot
And covered with ice
Quiet stream.
Later,
Going up
Higher and higher,
Winter has whitened
Fences and roofs
Wrapped the branches
Oak and pines,
So that they sleep well
Until the very spring.
(V. Mezinov)

Snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are a snow woman
Blinded by the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
Nobody gets through
Nobody gets through.
Adults and children admire her,
Horny hair
The wind flutters her.
She is familiar
Already all the kids
And the Bug keeps barking:
- Stranger in the yard!
(I. Demyanov)

Puppy and snow
The puppy looked at the first snow
And he could not understand anything.
- Why are there so many white flies
Crammed into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flies over the fence? ..
He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
Chews, chews, but that's the problem!
There is only one water on the tongue.
Puppy completely embarrassed
And I went back to the kennel.
He was not stupid, just small
And I saw snow for the first time ...
(L. Dyakonov)

snowman
Among our yard
The snowman was standing yesterday.
We blinded him ourselves
He had a bushy mustache.
And today outside the window
Streams flowed all around.
At night, the snowman disappeared.
Maybe he went into the forest?
We ask you guys
If the snowman has a mustache
Occurs on the way
Help us find.
(D. Chuyako)

Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the bullfinches.
Arrived, Arrived,
Snowstorms greeted the flock!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them mountain ash.
Sweetened well.
On a late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
(A. Prokofiev)

This is snow!
Early early
Snow.
The man was surprised:
"This is snow?
Can not be!
Outside?
Can not be!
On the grass?
Can not be!
In October?
Can not be!
Is it really snow ?! " -
The man did not believe.
(G. Sapgir)

On the hill
Go around all the courtyards -
Better not to find mountains.
Carefully! Beware!
The kids are rushing down
Standing, sitting, kneeling
On cardboard boxes and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh-ho, see for yourself
What a miracle this sleigh:
Five of us barely sat down,
And rushed with the breeze!
Straight to the turn
Someone was left behind ...
We ran into a snowdrift:
Who got there, on the side - bang!
(N. Gorodetskaya)

Snow family
Snowy grandfather near the house
He is wearing a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Baba to sculpt snow.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
(M. Vainilaitis)

Snowfall
Snowfall, snowfall!
The garden is covered with snow,
And swamps and meadows,
And river banks
And mountain paths
And the fields are spacious.
Everything around is white and white,
All roads were covered with snow.
There are oaks in white quilted jackets,
They ate in white dresses.
White hares are happy:
It will be easier to hide.
(I. Vasilevsky)

First snow
Winter cold smelled
To fields and forests.
Bright purple lit
The skies are before sunset.
The storm raged in the night
And at dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the desert garden
The first snow fell.
And today over wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye to the belated
A string of geese.
(Bunin Ivan)

The cold came
The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
On Andreyka - quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreika's striped scarf
The sisters brought.
He sits barely breathing
In a motley quilted jacket.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped by the sisters.
- Get used to the cold! -
Explains Sveta. -
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.
(Agniya Barto)

Snowball
Snow flutters, whirls,
It's white on the street.
And puddles turned
Into cold glass.
Where the finches sang in the summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
Bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut with skis
Like chalk, squeaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
(Zinaida Alexandrova)

Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide courtyard:
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing,
Who is taller
Who is lower
Who is quieter
Who will run
Who's on the ice
And who is in the snow.
Down the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Boo!
Take your breath away!
(A. Prokofiev)

January
Opening the calendar -
Begins in January.
In January, in January
There is a lot 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 goes up into the sky.
(Samuel Marshak)

February
The winds blow in February
They howl loudly in the pipes.
Snake twists on the ground
Light drift.
Over the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft links.
Glory to the army
On her birthday!
(Samuel Marshak)

Winter joy
White snow-snowball
Burns, pricks,
Come out my friend
For the outskirts.
There is a mountain with a snowball
Sprinkled,
There is a ski track yesterday
It was laid by me.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest
Let's bring home
Winter joy.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

*****
The creak of footsteps along the streets of the whites,
lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
crystals shine.
From the eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff
The silence of a cold night
takes up the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
just to sleep;
The clear air itself is timid
to die in the frost.
(Afanasy Fet)

Dilapidated hut
Dilapidated hut
All in the snow.
Old grandmother
Looks out of the window.
Playful grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Have fun for kids
Fast sled run ...
They run, laugh
They make a snow house
Ringing out
Voices all around ...
In the snow house there will be
Frisky game ...
Fingers will chill, -
It's time to go home!
They'll have tea tomorrow
They look out of the window -
And already the house has melted,
Spring is outside!
(Alexander Blok)

Little man with a marigold
Once upon a time in the cold winter time
I went out of the forest; there was a bitter frost.
I look, slowly rises up the hill
A horse carrying brushwood.
And marching importantly, in a calm calm,
A little man leads the horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a sheepskin sheepskin coat,
In big mittens ... and with a fingernail himself!
"Great, boy!" - Go by yourself! -
“It’s painfully you are formidable, as I can see!
Where do the firewood come from? " - From the forest, of course;
Father, do you hear, chops, and I take away.
(A lumberjack's ax was heard in the forest.) -
"Does your father have a big family?" -
The family is big, but two people
There are only peasants: my father and I ... -
“So there it is! What is your name? "
- Vlas. - "Why are you a year old?" -
The sixth passed ...
- Well, dead! - shouted the baby in a bass voice,
He pulled by the bridle and walked faster.
(Nikolay Nekrasov)

Feed the birds
Feed the birds in winter!
Let from all ends
They will flock to you like home,
Flocks on the porch.
Their food is not rich.
A handful of grain is needed
One handful - and not scary
It will be winter.
How many of them die - do not count,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And it's warm for the birds.
Is it possible to forget:
Could fly away
And they stayed for the winter
Along with people.
Train the birds in the cold
To your window
So that without songs you don't have to
We welcome spring!
(Alexander Yashin)

Winter night in the village
The fun shines
A month over the village;
White snow sparkles
With a blue light.
Months rays
God's temple is doused;
Cross under the clouds
It burns like a candle.
Empty, lonely
Sleepy village;
Blizzards deep
Huts skidded.
The silence is mute
In empty streets
And you can't hear the barking
Watch dogs ...
(Ivan Nikitin)

Look out the window
Mum! look out the window -
Know that yesterday was not for nothing that the cat
I washed my nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
It brightened, turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Look at least you!
As if someone is tough
Fresh, white, puffy cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no dispute:
For a sled and uphill
Fun to run!
Really, Mom? You will not refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"
(Afanasy Fet)

Winter sings - hunts
Winter sings - hunts,
Shaggy forest lulls
Stozvon pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Are sailing to a distant land
Grizzly clouds.
And in the yard there is a blizzard
It spreads like a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful
Like lonely children
Cuddled by the window.
Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle more tightly.
And a blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angry more and more.
And the tender birds doze
Beneath these whirlwinds, snowy
By the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful one
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.
(Sergey Yesenin)

December morning
There is a month in the sky - and night
The shadow has not yet moved
Reigns over himself, unaware
That the day has already roused itself, -
That even lazily and timidly
Beam emerges after beam
And the sky is still completely
Night shines with triumph.
But it won't take two or three moments
The night will evaporate above the ground
And in full splendor of manifestations
Suddenly we will be seized by the world of daytime ...
(Fedor Tyutchev)

Winter
White snow, fluffy
Is spinning in the air
And quietly to the ground
Falls, lies down.
And under the morning snow
The field has turned white
Like a shroud
Everything clothed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered himself with a weird
And fell asleep under her
Strongly, soundly ...
God's days are short
The sun shines a little, -
Here came the frosts -
And winter has come.
(Ivan Surikov)

What a breeze!
What a breeze! What a breeze!
How strong and cheerful!
Hanged up the snow caps
Of unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where sometimes summer
There is a gentle meadow in the daisies,
Today, like a shroud of snow
Sucked in everything around.
Waiting for the sunrise
Under the huge moon
Nature sparkles, sparkles
Silver and gray.
All covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why is it in the winter - not in the summer -
Does my nose turn red?
(Walter De La Mare)

Hello, guest winter!
Rain yesterday morning
I knocked on the glass of the windows,
Fog above the ground
I got up like clouds.
... At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff
Snow began to fall.
The night is over. It was dawning.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean
And the river froze.
Hello, guest winter!
Welcome to us
Songs of the north to sing
Through forests and steppes.
We have expanse, -
Walk anywhere:
Build bridges over rivers
And spread the carpets.
We won't get used to it, -
Let your frost crackle:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!
(Ivan Nikitin)

Winter paints
Winter has prepared
Colors are all for everyone.
To the field - the best whitewash,
Dawn - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
sequins are silvery.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
As an artist, he paints in different ways:
who plays - paints red.
Who is afraid to move -
blue paint is good.
No way to beg
paint in a different way!
(V. Fetisov)

Winter is decorated
Winter is decorated:
Fringe on the headdress
From transparent pieces of ice
Snowflake stars.
All in diamonds, pearls,
In multi-colored lights
Pours around the radiance
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snow,
To forests and meadows
Cover the paths,
Pull the branches!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky plexus.
You blizzard, chudi,
Round dances of the backwater
Soar like a whirlwind white
The field is gray!
Sleep, my land, sleep
Keep your dreams magic:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
(M. Pozharov)

Forest
Sorceress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands
And under the snow fringe,
Motionless, dumb,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by magic sleep,
All entangled, all shackled
With a light down chain ...
Does the winter sun fly
His ray is oblique to him -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.
(Fedor Tyutchev)

Merry winter has come
Around the snowflakes of commotion.
Do not sleep, get up early
Get your skates as soon as possible.
A merry winter has come!
The sun froze to the ice
I go to the rink in the morning.
And it hurts my nose
Angry Santa Claus. -
The sun froze to the ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
No one is a coward of the guys.
And a hot battle broke out,
Even though we are friends with you.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Around the snowflakes of commotion.
Do not sleep, get up early.
Get your skates as soon as possible.
Get your skates as soon as possible.
A merry winter has come!
(V. Korkin)

Christmas tree
We have dressed up a Christmas tree in a festive dress:
In colorful garlands, in bright lights,
And a tree stands, sparkling, in a lush hall,
With sadness remembering about the old days.
The tree is dreaming of an evening, monthly and starry,
Snowy glade, sad crying wolves
And neighbors are pine trees, in frosty mantle,
All in a diamond shine, in fluff from the snow.
And the neighbors stand in gloomy sorrow,
Dream and drop White snow from the branches ...
They dream of a Christmas tree in a lighted hall,
Laughter and stories of joyful children.
(Konstantin Fofanov)

Sly sled
My sled goes by itself
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
Are running away from me.
I won't have time to get on horseback
Sleds - from a place and run ...
My sled goes by itself
I was carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind a snowdrift.
Naughty, bored by them
Climbing up alone.
(I. Bursov)

On skates
I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge ...
Mittens on my hands
Hat on the crown ...
One or two! so I slipped ...
One and two! almost tumbled ...
One or two! tighter on your toes!
Crunched, quacked the ice,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch ...
One or two! on a slippery slope ...
One and two! funny legs ...
One or two! forward and forward ...
(Sasha Cherny)

snowman
There is fun all around me
childish noise and scream.
Housewarming today
the Snowman is celebrating.
Bucket on the head,
Great carrot nose.
All winter in order
I'm watching in the yard.
With coal eyes
I look around.
So that there is more sense
The janitor gave me a broom!
Let summer not come
never to my backyard.
I'm better for my health
snow and cold.
Here are just a Snow Baba
Don't tease me!
(Tatiana Bokova)

Winter morning
The blizzard groans, drives the clouds
To the lake close
In the sky low.
The paths are hidden, whitened
Lace is delicate
Light, snowy.
And a sparrow, a small bird,
Small bird, unreasonable,
He wants to hide from the snowstorm,
He wants to hide, but does not know how.
And the wind whirls across the sky,
And carries it to a pure pole,
From the hillside, into the dusk of the pine forest ...
Bitter bitter, Poor bird!
The blizzard groans, drives the clouds
- hid all the ways,
So as not to pass.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around ...
(Victor Lunin)

Snowflakes
Outside the window - a blizzard,
Outside the window - darkness
Looking at each other
They sleep in the snow at home.
And the snowflakes are spinning -
All of them do not care! -
With a bare shoulder.
Teddy bear
Sleeps in his corner
And listens in half an ear
Blizzard outside the window.
Old, gray-haired,
With an ice stick
Blizzard waddles
Baboy-yagoy.
And the snowflakes are spinning -
All of them do not care! -
In light dresses with lace
With a bare shoulder.
Thin legs -
Soft boots
White slipper -
Ringing heel.
(Sergey Kozlov)

I walked in the winter
I walked along the swamp in winter
In galoshes, in a hat and glasses.
Someone rushed along the river
On metal hooks.
I ran rather to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
I attached two planks to my feet,
He 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! ”
(Daniil Kharms)

White Poems
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are happy with the snow
And, of course, a man!
The gray titmouses are happy:
Birds freeze in the cold
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
Have a puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered with snow
Everything around is white-white:
Snow, snow, snow!
Enough business for shovels
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are happy with the snow
And, of course, a man!
Janitor only, Janitor only
Says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day
The broom sweeps all day.
A hundred sweats have gone off me
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
(Sergey Mikhalkov)

Hello winter winter
Hello winter winter!
White snow covered us:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind is whistling -
Hello winter winter!
The intricate trail winds
From the clearing to the hill.
This hare typed -
Hello winter winter!
We put feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And birdies sing in flocks -
Hello winter winter!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Wolf
The whole village sleeps in the snow.
No gu-gu. The month disappeared for the night.
Snow curls.
The kids are all on ice
On the pond. Amicably the sleighs squeal -
Let's go in a row!
Some are in harness, some are riders.
Wind to the side. Our wagon train stretched
Up to birches.
Suddenly the front line shouts:
"Damn it, stop!" The sleds began, the laughter ceased.
"Brothers, wolf! .."
Wow, how they sprayed back!
Like hail. Scatter everything from the pond - in every direction.
Where is the wolf? Yes, it's a dog -
Our Watchdog! Laughter, roar, laughter and sense: "Oh yes wolf!"
(Sasha Cherny)

Favorite winter
Beautiful winter
It's frosty outside.
I will dress as soon as possible
And as warm as possible!
I'll put on mittens
Mom tied them to me.
And a fur hat
I'll pull stubbornly.
The whole lake is in ice
The trees are silver
And everything around is in the snow,
I'll go skating.
On skis I will go down
From the steep mountain, rather
I will ride on a sled
And, falling, I will keep warm.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times of the year
Where it's raining unexpectedly.
When mushrooms grow
And the kidneys swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is more beautiful than everyone!
It may be cold, but still
Blush, more fun,
It looks like a holiday!
(Larisa Kasimova)

Dilapidated hut
The decrepit hut is covered in snow.
The old grandmother is looking out of the window.
Snow is knee-deep for grandchildren-rascals.
The children of the fast sleds had fun with running ...
They run, laugh, make a snow house,
Voices are ringing out all around ...
There will be a high-spirited game in the snow house ...
Fingers will chill - it's time to go home!
Tomorrow they will drink tea, look out of the window -
But already the house has melted, it's spring in the yard!
The evening is quiet and frosty ...
The evening is quiet and frosty.
Only there is no snow and no.
The stars turned on outside the window
The lights in the house were turned off.
A cloud came out from behind the forest
The house fell silent and fell silent
At night, someone is barely audible
I knocked on the windows with my paws,
And in the morning in silver
Snow-white silence
Someone clean and fluffy
On my window lay.
(Alexander Blok)

Janitor Santa Claus
In a fur coat, in a hat, in a shower jacket
The janitor smoked a pipe,
And, sitting on a bench,
The janitor said to the snow:
“Are you flying or melting?
You will not understand anything here!
Sweeping, sweeping,
You sweep it uselessly!
Why am I talking?
I'll sit down and smoke. "
The janitor smokes a pipe, smokes ...
And his eyes squint from the snow,
And sighs and yawns,
And suddenly falls asleep.
Look, Manya ... - shouted Vanya.
See the scarecrow sitting
And with ember eyes
He looks at his broom.
Santa Claus and children
It's like a snow grandmother
Or just Santa Claus,
Give him a hat
Grab his nose! "
And how it will growl!
How it will knock with your feet!
Yes, as he jumps off the bench,
Yes, he will shout in Russian:
"You will be too cold -
How to grab my nose! "
(Daniil Kharms)

Who draws so skillfully ...
Who draws so skillfully
What a miracle dreamer
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
At the window of any apartment?
They are all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
Gambling in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
I decided to climb into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
He climbed through the window to them soon.
But there was a barrier too -
Glass was everywhere in the windows
And Morozko with annoyance
I decided to harm people.
He estimated with a sly eye,
I took brushes, whitewash, enamels -
And by morning all the glass of the windows
The light was not allowed into the house.
(M. Lesna-Raunio)

Poems about the winter of A. Pushkin

*****
Here is the north, catching up with clouds,
He breathed, howled - and now she
There is a sorceress - winter,
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Laid down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a motionless river
Equalized with a plump shroud;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Mother's mischief - winters.
(Alexander Pushkin)

*****
There is a sorceress - winter,
Came, scattered in shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Laid down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a motionless river
Equalized with a plump shroud;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
The pranks of mother winter.
Snow! Snow! Snow!
(Alexander Pushkin)

*****

Winter! .. The peasant, triumphant,
On the logs it updates the path;
His horse, smelling the snow,
Weaving at a trot somehow;
Exploding fluffy reins,
The daring wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a courtyard boy running,
Putting a bug in the sled,
Transforming yourself into a horse;
The mischievous finger has already froze:
He is both hurt and funny,
And his mother threatens him through the window.
(Alexander Pushkin)

Winter road
Through the wavy mists
The moon is making its way
To the sad glades
She glows sadly.
On the winter road, boring
The three greyhound runs
One-sounding bell
Thunders tiresomely.
Something is heard native
In the long songs of the driver:
That revelry is daring,
That heartfelt anguish ...
No fire, no black hut,
Wilderness and snow ... towards me
Striped only versts
Come across one.
(A. Pushkin)

*****
What a night! Crackling frost,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, blue vault
Dazzles with frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
The people rest everywhere;
The noise and the cry of the trade have died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, ringing like a chain.
And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully ...

Winter evening
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
How a beast she will howl
It will cry like a child
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly it will rustle with straw,
How a belated traveler
He will knock at our window.
Our dilapidated hovel
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Has it fallen silent by the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are weary
Or do you doze under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
Poor youth of mine,
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a girl
In the morning I went to fetch water.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
How a beast she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
Poor youth of mine,
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Winter morning
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still asleep, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your eyes closed with bliss
Towards the northern Aurora
Appear as the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the dull sky haze was worn;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the gloomy clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Great carpets
Glittering in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river shines under the ice.
The whole room is amber shine
Illuminated. Merry bang
A flooded stove crackles.
Nice to think by the couch.
But you know: shouldn't you tell the sled
Turn down the brown mare?
Gliding in the morning snow
Dear friend, let’s indulge in running
Impatient horse
And visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER

In an ice carriage rushes

Winter-winter

The wind is knocking its wings

To sleepy houses.

Squares and parks are blooming

Snowy whiteness.

And frost builds arches

Above the forest path.

T. Bokova

WINTER HAS COME

Winter has come merry

With skates and sleds

With a sprinkled track,

With a magical old tale.

On a decorated Christmas tree

Lanterns swing.

Let the winter be merry

It doesn't end any longer!

I. Chernitskaya

Winter, winter, winter!

Where have you been?

I carried the cold in the bag,

The snow shook the ground,

Feet-handles chilled,

I let the cold into the house,

Swept all the tracks

And she raked up the snowdrifts.

Winter-winter has come

She harnessed the horses to the sleigh,

I brought out a path-path,

Swept away the ice on the river,

Tied me to the shore

Chained to the ground!

Small guys

Yes, lovely girls

I sat on a sled,

Yes, she rolled off the mountain!

SNOW BABA

Today from the snow

Wet coma

We are a snow woman

Blinded by the house.

This woman is standing at the very gate -

Nobody gets through

Nobody gets through.

Adults and children admire her,

Horny hair

The wind flutters her.

She is familiar

Already all the kids

And the Bug keeps barking:

Stranger in the yard!

I. Demyanov

“Snowstorms, blizzards and blizzards ...

How many gimmicks are with them,

How much noise, push!

How tired they are to me! " -

So the gloomy frost grumbled,

And ice forged the river without noise,

The trees are covered with gray,

And there was silence.

V. Berestov

Snow flutters, whirls,

It's white on the street.

And puddles turned

In transparent glass.

Where the finches sang in the summer

Today - look! -

Like pink apples

Bullfinches on the branches.

Z. Alexandrova

WINTER IS CLOSE

Light snowflakes flutter.

The pines are growing gray across the river.

The crow croaked from the vine:

"Zi-ma, zi-ma not far!"

But I know myself as well

I'm already getting ready for the skating rink.

Just in case, in every puddle

I try ice for strength.

T. Dmitriev

SNOWFLAKES

Light, winged,

Like moths

Spinning, spinning

Above the table by the light bulb.

Gathered for the light.

Where can they go?

After all, they too, icy,

I want to warm up.

I. Bursov

WE ARE SNOWFLAKES

We are snowflakes, we are fluff

We are not averse to spinning.

We are snowflakes ballerinas

We dance day and night.

We stand together in a circle -

It turns out a snowball.

We whitewashed the trees

The roofs were covered with fluff.

The earth was covered with velvet

And saved from the cold.

SNOW EVERYWHERE

Everywhere there is snow, in the snow at home -

Winter brought him.

She hurried to us as soon as possible,

Brought us bullfinches.

From dawn to dawn

Bullfinches glorify winter.

Santa Claus, like a little one,

Dancing by the rubble.

I can too

So dance in the snow.

A. Brodsky

WINTER JOY

White snow-snowball

Burns, pricks,

Come out my friend

For the outskirts.

There is a mountain with a snowball

Sprinkled,

There is a ski track yesterday

It was laid by me.

Let's run with you

To the blue forest

Let's bring home

Winter joy.

G. Ladonshchikov

All the meaner, meaner, meaner

It's frosty outside.

And each one is warmer

Covers his nose.

For both people and machines

Now there is no time for beauty.

Both people and cars

We covered our noses.

ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY

Opening the calendar -

Begins in January.

In January, in January

There is a lot 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 goes up into the sky.

S. Marshak

ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY

The winds blow in February

They howl loudly in the pipes.

Snake twists on the ground

Light drift.

Over the Kremlin wall -

Aircraft links.

Glory to the army

On her birthday!

S. Marshak

Run out quickly

Look at the bullfinches.

Arrived, Arrived,

Snowstorms greeted the flock!

A Frost-Red Nose

He brought them mountain ash.

Sweetened well.

On a late winter evening

Bright scarlet bunches.

A. Prokofiev

WINTER HAS COME

At night the wind howled like a wolf

And he beat on the roof with a stick.

In the morning they looked out the window

There's a magic movie:

Rolled out a white canvas

Sketched bright stars

And hats at home

Winter has pushed on.

V. Fetisov

AS ON A HILL, ON A MOUNTAIN

Like on a hill, on a mountain,

In the wide courtyard:

Who is on the sled

Who is skiing,

Who is taller

Who is lower

Who is quieter

Who will run

Who's on the ice

And who is in the snow.

Down the hill - wow

Up the hill - wow!

Take your breath away!

A. Prokofiev

THIS IS SNOW!

Early early

Snow.

The man was surprised:

"This is snow?

Can not be!

Outside?

Can not be!

On the grass?

Can not be!

In October?

Can not be!

Is it really snow ?! " -

The man did not believe.

G. Sapgir

PUPPY AND SNOW

The puppy looked at the first snow

And he could not understand anything.

Why are there so many white flies

Crammed into our yard?

Or maybe it's bird fluff

Flies over the fence? ..

He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -

And he began to chew thoughtfully.

Chews, chews, but that's the problem!

There is only one water on the tongue.

Puppy completely embarrassed

And I went back to the kennel.

He was not stupid, just small

And I saw snow for the first time ...

L. Dyakonov

AND THE FROST IS NOT SCARY

Snow covered the city

Frost lace hung ...

From porch to fence

Boris clears the snow.

And with a shovel in hand

Marinka is next to him.

Heat burns on my cheeks -

The path is all long.

And your ears are not cold

How does the frost not get angry

If only for kids

I want to work.

IN THE MORNING, READY ...

Reluctantly in the morning

Winter was busy -

Fallen leaves

Sweeping in the garden.

Then to work

Took hot

And covered with ice

Quiet stream.

Going up

Higher and higher,

Winter has whitened

Fences and roofs

Wrapped the branches

Oak and pines,

So that they sleep well

Until the very spring.

V. Mezinov

It came to us

One letter,

It was strange.

Instead of stamps -

Three snowflakes

And the envelope -

From a pure piece of ice

And the letter is not on a piece of paper,

And on a little white snow:

Soon soon

I'll rush to you

I'll fly in a blizzard

I'll dance and spin

I will dress the earth with snow,

Both trees and houses ... -

And signed:

I. Pivovarova

ZIMUSHKA-WINTER

On the road in a straight line

It was winter with frost,

Winter was coming home -

The snow was spreading pink.

Two blizzards during the winter

That snow blew, shook,

They whipped up the snow as they wanted,

And they threw crystals.

A. Prokofiev

SNOWMAN

Come on, buddy, bolder, buddy

Katie your snowball in the snow.

It will snowball

And it will become a lump of a snowman.

His smile is so bright!

Two eyes, hat, nose, broom.

But the sun will bake slightly -

Alas! - and there is no snowman.

V. Egorov

SNOWMAN

Among our yard

The snowman was standing yesterday.

We blinded him ourselves

He had a bushy mustache.

And today outside the window

Streams flowed all around.

At night, the snowman disappeared.

Maybe he went into the forest?

We ask you guys

If the snowman has a mustache

Occurs on the way

Help us find.

THIS IS SNOW!

Who is that over there at the hillock?

You can't even understand right away:

This is little Egorka

He doesn't look like Yegorka.

Snow covered my eyebrows

Hat, nose and collar.

And from the snowdrift

Egorka the snowman stood up.

V. Simonov

SNOWFALL

Snowfall, snowfall!

The garden is covered with snow,

And swamps and meadows,

And river banks

And mountain paths

And the fields are spacious.

Everything around is white and white,

All roads were covered with snow.

There are oaks in white quilted jackets,

They ate in white dresses.

White hares are happy:

It will be easier to hide.

I. Vasilevsky

FIRST SNOW

On trees, on alleys

Snow flies whiter than flour

Light-light, clean-clean,

Soft, fragile and fluffy.

We squeeze snow in our hand

And we throw snowballs.

The first snow is light snow

How happy he is to everyone.

I. Melnichuk

SUCH FROST!

Such frost!

Takes the nose

Tears to tears!

Such a crackling frost

Stuck, bored.

Such frost!

Cover your nose -

Has grown to the eyebrows.

Such frost!

Healthy,

Goes - crunches

SNOWFLAKES

At my sister's, at Marinka's,

There are two snowflakes on the palm.

I wanted to show everyone

Lo and behold - no snowflakes to be seen!

Who took the snowflakes

At my Marina?

M. Rodina

Go around all the courtyards -

Better not to find mountains.

Carefully! Beware!

The kids are rushing down

Standing, sitting, kneeling

On cardboard boxes and plywood.

Don't yawn ahead

Don't get in the way!

Oh-ho, see for yourself

What a miracle this sleigh:

Five of us barely sat down,

And rushed with the breeze!

Straight to the turn

Someone was left behind ...

We ran into a snowdrift:

Who got there, on the side - bang!

N. Gorodetskaya

WHERE IS MY FINGER?

Masha put on a mitten:

Oh, where am I going to finger ?!

I don't have a finger, I disappeared

I didn't get to my house.

Masha took off her mitten:

Look, I found it!

You look, you look, and you will find it.

Hello finger! How is it going?

N. Sakonskaya

Snowy grandfather near the house

He is wearing a snow coat.

He groans all over the area,

He calls his girlfriend.

We became at full speed

Baba to sculpt snow.

And she said: - Boredom!

No granddaughter, no grandson!

We blinded and grandchildren -

Little snowmen.

M. Vainilaitis

White birch under my window

She covered herself with snow, like silver.

On fluffy branches with a snowy border

The brushes have blossomed in a white fringe.

And there is a birch tree in sleepy silence,

And the snowflakes are burning in golden fire.

And the dawn, lazily, walking around,

Sprinkles new silver on the branches.

S. Yesenin

The creak of footsteps along the streets of the whites,

lights in the distance;

On the frozen walls

crystals shine.

From the eyelashes hung in the eyes

silver fluff

The silence of a cold night

takes up the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,

just to sleep;

The clear air itself is timid

to die in the frost.

In our selection you can find short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old in an easy, interesting form, convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun.

Toddlers will be able to quickly memorize simple rhymes and tell them at matinees or family gatherings.

Short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Short poems about winter

Who meowed at the door?
Open up soon!
It is very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.

(O. Vysotskaya)

Short poems about winter

Bear, bear!
What's the matter?
Why do you sleep in winter?
Because snow and ice -
Not raspberries or honey!

Short poems about winter

Snow is everywhere
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter is everywhere
Laugh,
Laugh!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Laughter is everywhere
And laughs!
From high
For the guys
Like fluffs
Not snowflakes
Are flying
And the laughs!

Short poems about winter

Doesn't walk or ride
Because the ice is icy.
But it falls perfectly!
Why isn't anyone happy ?!

(V. Berestov)

The sleds slide down themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh rushes down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

(S. Ostrovsky)