Winter poems for children 5 6 years old. Poems about winter for children: the best

Zimushka-winter
Tatyana Bokova

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind's wings knock on sleepy houses.
Squares and parks bloom in snowy whiteness.
And the frost erects arches over the forest path.

I'm coming!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled."

Meeting winter
I.S. Nikitin

The night has passed. It's dawn.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean,
In yards and houses
The snow lies like a sheet
And the sun sparkles
Multi-colored fire.

Winter evening
A. S. Pushkin

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
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 maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Winter morning
A.S. Pushkin

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Mother! look out the window...
A.A. Fet

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With magic old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. -

The sun froze to the ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a hot battle broke out,

At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.

Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates quickly.
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

Bullfinches
A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.

I know what I need to come up with
Agniya Barto

I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.

I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.

All the trees are in white coats,
Soft snow falls
The lights sparkle in the windows -
Coming New Year!

Even my mother and I created a Christmas tree
Dress up in your outfit.
Let the beauty of the forest
Blinds every glance!

Let's sing and have fun,
Lead a friendly round dance.
The most wonderful and magical
It will be this New Year!

New Year's miracle
Shakirov Shamil

On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire,
White colors blazed.
But in the park, pale as a shadow,
The kitten walked around unhappy.
The day did not seem shining to him
So very beautiful.
But New Year is not just a day,
And the time when miracles
They come and, brother, believe it or not,
Come true forever.
And maybe that's why
The kitten has a home
And now it purrs in the ear of that one,
Who took him under cover.

Bewitched by the Enchantress of Winter, the forest stands...
Fedor Tyutchev

Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.

And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…

Is the winter sun shining?
On him your ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.

New Year's dreams
Shakirov Shamil

White flakes fly and fly,
This winter leaves its mark.
You can see a winter's tale
And sweet New Year's dreams.
If you believe in winters
Fairytale world,
You can understand and see again
Old dreams.
White flakes fly and fly,
Understand the story...

Tricky sled
I. Bursov

My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
He was carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.

Three
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, Lights in the distance...
Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, lights in the distance;
Crystals glitter on the frozen walls.
Silver fluff hung from the eyelashes into the eyes,
The silence of the cold night occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps, and everything grows numb, just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself is timid to breathe in the cold.

How many different hats!
Emma Moshkovskaya

How many different hats!
Blue, red, clean, dirty!
There are many different ones in different hats -
even sad and unhappy ones.
The snow fell thickly
and fell asleep sad-sad...
There are neither sad nor grumpy -
many white and happy!

Blue and white
Frantisek Grubin

White winter. Everything is covered in frost.
The snow woman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snow woman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, weirdo, I don’t need warmth.
I live in peace with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and frost?
The ground is white. The sky is blue.

Sled
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

With the arrival of the cold
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the arrival of cold
Have the tracks become crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glass was installed in the windows.

Winter has brightened up...
M. Pozharov

Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

Feed the birds
A. Yashin

Feed the birds in winter!
Let it come from all over
They will flock to you like home,
Flocks on the porch.
Their food is not rich.
I need a handful of grain
One handful - and not scary
It will be winter for them.
It’s impossible to count how many of them die,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And it's warm for the birds.
How can we forget:
They could fly away
And they stayed for the winter
Together with people.
Train your birds in the cold
To your window
So that you don’t have to go without songs
Let's welcome spring!

Winter sings and echoes
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.

The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.

And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.

Locomotive
Semyon Ostrovsky

I'm rolling like a steam locomotive -
A pair of legs instead of wheels.
The guy is strong - first class...
From under the cap there is a pair of eyes.
Emits mouth and nose
Puffs of steam. White steam.
Into a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.

Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowing, it’s freezing...
V. Alexandrov

Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing,
Sweeps, twists, winds,
Burns with frost, suffocates with ice,
Drives you into a hot house.
A flashy Christmas tree
It will almost fly into the house like a dragonfly.
Will fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will flow.

What a breeze!
Walter De la Mare

What a breeze! What a breeze!
How strong and cheerful!
Hung up the snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where in the summertime
There is a gentle meadow in daisies,
Nowadays a snowy veil
Everything around me was drawn in.
Waiting for the sunrise
Under the huge moon
Nature sparkles and sparkles
Silver and gray.
Everything was covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose turning red?

It's getting cold
Agniya Barto

The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!

Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.

Get used to the cold too! -
Sveta explains. -
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.

Freezing day...
Valentin Berestov

Frosty day... But overhead
In an interweaving of branches, in a black mesh,
Flowing down the trunks, down every branch
The blue sky hangs like an avalanche.

And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And what a miracle: she has already appeared.
And not a single branch will sway,
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

"Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!" -
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.

Favorite winter
Larisa Kasimova

Beautiful winter
It's freezing outside.
I'll get dressed quickly
And as warm as possible!
I'll put on gloves
My mother knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I will pull stubbornly.
The whole lake is covered in ice,
The trees turn silver
And everything around is covered in snow,
And I'll go for a ride.
I'll ski down
Quickly from the steep mountain,
I'll go sledding
And, falling, I will warm myself.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times of the year
Where It is raining unexpectedly.
When the mushrooms grow
And the buds swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
It may be cold, but still
Blush, more fun,
It looks like a holiday!

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The master was cold for tricks.
And turned into snow
I answered trick with trick.
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a laugh!

Who draws so skillfully...
M. Lesna-Raunio

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

V. Leikin

And quietly dreams about summer:

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I’m wasting them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

Winter is the most fun
Sasha Cherny

Winter is the most fun
Sit by the stove by the red coals,
Eat hot flatbreads,
Climb into a snowdrift with boot tops,
Skate around the entire pond
And immediately fall into bed.

Spring is the most fun time
Scream among the green fields
Sitting on a hill with a Barboska
And think about white winter,
Fluffy willows to break
And throw stones into the lake.

And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
While swimming, surf the wave,
Chasing a squirrel from pine to pine,
Lighting fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field...

But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pluck plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will grow moss with a horned...
The thresher is knocking in the distance -
And rye on carts to the ground...

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.

Winter forest
Semyon Ostrovsky

Autumn gilded the forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding has disappeared.

Winter wonders
Alexandra Myasoedova

Everyone at home is wearing white hats.
Here! Winter has returned to us!
How many miracles are there in winter?
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
And frost on the window,
And shadows on the wall.
And the snow sparkles in the sun,
And if it’s spring, then it melts in the sun.
Puddles form.
The cold will subside
And with sadness I look into the distance
Have a wonderful winter...
What a pity!
It was like a dream.

Winter colors
V. Fetisov

Winter has prepared
Paints everything for everyone herself.
Field - the best white,
Zoryam - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sparkles.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
Like an artist, he paints in different ways:
whoever plays paints it red.
Who is afraid to move -
Blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint it differently!

Winter morning
Victor Lunin

The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
To the lake close
In the low sky.
The paths are hidden, whitewashed
Delicate lace,
Light, snowy.
And the sparrow, little bird,
A small, unreasonable bird,
He wants to hide from the snowstorm,
He wants to hide, but doesn’t know how.
And the wind whirls it across the sky,
And carries him to a pure little pole,
From the slope, into the darkness of the forest...
It's bitter, poor little bird!
The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
- I hid all the paths so as not to pass through.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around...

Winter handicraft
E. Yavetskaya

Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:

I sewed, knitted and was very tired!

Winter
I. Surikov

It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.

Winter
Petr Komarov

It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox with a fluffy tail.

Winter
E. Rusakov

The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.

Winter evening
Mikhail Isakovsky

Behind the window in the white field -
Dusk, wind, snow...
You're probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.

While the winter evening is short,
She leaned over the table:
Either you write or you read,
What are you thinking about?

The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
There is silence in the old house,
And you're a little sad
That today you are alone.

Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
All the roads are empty
Your friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.

The snowstorm covered the paths, -
It's not easy to get through.
But there's fire in your window
Visible very far away.

I walked along the swamp in winter
Daniil Kharms

I walked along the swamp in winter
In galoshes, a hat and glasses.
Suddenly someone rushed along the river
On metal hooks.

I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his 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:
"How strange
Planks and strange hooks!"

This will be a cat's house
M. Lapisova

I'm rolling a snowball -
This will be a cat's house.
I'll make a path to the house -
To make it more comfortable for the cat.
There will be a room inside.
You don't need windows -
Cats can see everything in the dark!
I'll crumble some crumbs for the cat -
There will be a snow sandwich!
Only for some reason the Cat
To the cat’s house... He doesn’t go...

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets
Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.

Wonderful picture
Afanasy Fet

Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,

The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

Mother! look out the window...
A.A. Fet

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. -

The sun froze to the ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a hot battle broke out,

At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.

Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates quickly.
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

"Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!" -
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The master was cold for tricks.
Frost said: “Enough tears!” -
And turned into snow
It rained for the third day in a row.
I answered trick with trick.
My trick is called "Sleight of Hand".
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a laugh!

Who draws so skillfully...
M. Lesna-Raunio

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
I decided to get into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Soon he climbed towards them through the window.
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow...
V. Leikin

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow,
Here the bunny turns white.
He didn’t jump to the south, but climbed into a hole,
So tell me, what is he interested in?
Risking your small body?
The fox will hide in the white snow
And he sits like a snowdrift. And I don't think so.
And quietly dreams about summer:
How he will jump on the green meadow
In a light green fur coat.

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Winter is the most fun

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.

Winter handicraft
E. Yavetskaya

Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Oh, spring would come soon...

Winter
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy swirling in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
The dark forest covered itself with a wonderful cap
And he fell asleep under her soundly, soundly...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Now the frosts have arrived - and winter has come.
The toiling peasant pulled out his sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
The peasant has been waiting for winter and cold for a long time,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not blow snow.
He is now calm - everything is covered,
And he is not afraid of the angry frost.

This will be a cat's house
M. Lapisova

I'm rolling a snowball -
This will be a cat's house.
I'll make a path to the house -
To make it more comfortable for the cat.
There will be a room inside.
Cat, here is your house, look!
You don't need windows -
Cats can see everything in the dark!
I'll crumble some crumbs for the cat -
There will be a snow sandwich!
Only for some reason the Cat
To the cat’s house... He doesn’t go...

Lucky so lucky
Kindness Nastya

Outside the window it’s white and white,
There was a lot of snow.
To all the girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Skis in your feet, poles in your hands,
They are not bored today.
Right from early morning
The kids ran away.

Some on the hill, some on the tower,
Fresh air is better than a book!
Who has his own hobby,
The one with the skates at the skating rink.

Sleds are no different these days,
They rush all the way to the pond.
Be careful guys
There is melt water in the river!

Someone's fortresses made of snow
Protects against raids
Someone is making snow women -
A winter day is full of fun.

Outside the window it’s white and white,
There was a lot of snow.
To all the girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Why? The answer is simple:
After all, today is a day off.

Sledging
Kvitko L. M.

I feel warm in my earflaps!
I grab the sled
I'm climbing the mountain,
I'm flying downhill.
Empty for me
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rocking!
Suddenly the sled rushed...
My earflaps are missing.
She fell into the snow!
I fall too.
The sleigh continues to race,
They spin around merrily.
Rope in the snow
Coils like a snake.
I found a ushanka
I'm catching up with the sled,
I'm climbing the mountain,
I'm flying downhill.
Empty for me
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rocking!

Freezing
Kvitko L. M.

I ran over the fence
And Frost stands and waits,
He walked next to me -
Not a step behind.
Our shirts are in the yard
They dance on a rope with the wind.
I'm running - Frost is behind me!
Frost attacked the linen,
Sharp icy dust
Got through him.
He grabbed it and made it hard -
And the laundry froze.
Place it on the snow - it won't fall.
Push it - it will go.
I pushed just barely -
The sheet went first
And the shirt walked
Sleeves spread out.
And little tailor Frost
It stings the cheeks, cuts the nose.
The wind rushed towards
He jumped on my shoulders.
The wind is an icy rider -
He whistles loudly behind his back.
Frozen spruce trees are cracking,
The sleigh creaks in the snow.

On the rink
Kvitko L. M.

Rush, rush,
rush, rush,
To meet the wild wind,
So that it rings
So that it carries
Let your cheeks burn!
Roll out early
Both on a sled and without a sled,
On the logs,
On a log
On the knees,
On the back,
If only down, if only into the snow,
If only I could move out before everyone else!
Sends frost, snow and blizzards
Getting kids out of bed.
It's boring in the field alone,
We will sing him a song:
"Mischievous and brave,
White-white-white
You come from beyond the mountains
They drag us out into the yard.
You are with us all winter -
You're racing after the sleigh,
You pinch your ears painfully,
You dry all the roads.
On the ponds, by the river
You built us skating rinks
He spread them wide and far,
Made as strong as steel!

First snow
Hamal Gella

It snowed late at night
First-first.
He surprised everyone in the morning
White-white.
Dad came out to the door:
- Well done!
It's winter snowball
Brought it.
Mom sees snow in the garden:
- Oh and ah!
And which ones will I wear now?
Boots?
Leshka came out early:
- Snow! Hooray!
Get skates and sleds
It's time!
Cat-cat looks out the window
On the road:
“Someone spilled milk...
so many!"

Here comes winter
(V. Kalinkin)

In the morning on the puddles
Thin ice.
Spinning in the air
First snowball.

The guys came out
From kindergarten.
First snowball -
It's a joy for the kids.

Curling in the street
Light fluff
Children admire:
How good!

FREEZING DAY
(P. Obraztsov)

The frost is crackling. The rivers froze.
Birch trees by the river are trembling.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
The coals are crackling.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In the cozy warmth of the room
Subtle patterns will melt
On painted glass.

Snow
(A. Barto)

Snow, snow is spinning
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.

Pie
(P. Voronko)

Snow was falling on the threshold.
The cat made himself a pie.
In the meantime, I sculpted and baked,
The pie flowed away like a stream.
Bake your own pies,
Not from dough - from flour.

We were sledding
(L. Dyakonov)

We rode on a sled -
And said goodbye
and met...
We said goodbye to winter!
We met spring!

Sledging

In warm fur coats and earflaps
Snowy winter times
Kids on a fast sled
A steep mountain rushes like a whirlwind.

Children's faces in the wind
They flared up like red.
Let the prickly snow gather dust,
Let the angry frost be angry -
The guys don't care!

Sled
(S. Ostrovsky)

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Wizard
(K. Bilych)

Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!

(I. Surikov)

White caps on white birches
White bunny on white snow.
White pattern on the branches from frost.
By white snow I'm skiing!

Like on a hill, on a mountain
(A. Prokofiev)

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter?
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!

Zimushka-winter
(M. Plyatskovsky)

The skis are going down the hill - closer, closer!
The sleigh goes down the hill - on its own, on its own!
Children's fun - left, right!
There is an echo of laughter, laughter!
So much snow is falling - from the sky, from the sky!
There is frost on the trees - blue, blue!
Rushing down a snowy hill is happiness, happiness!

The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.

Snowball
(N. Nekrasov)

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

(V. Bokov)

Winter is white
The wires are thin.
Quit what you're doing
Put on your skates!
Monogram devils,
Start dancing.
Winter is not winter
If you don't ride.

Winter in the forest
(N. Goncharov)

It's become noticeable
Navigated.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pine trees
On the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And got tangled in the branches
Violent snowstorms.

Winter
(A. Krylov)

Klen shakes his head:
- Give me the mittens!
– Congratulations on winter! –
The tits whistled.

White yard, white garden,
White paths.
And they hang under the roofs
Blue earrings.

The sun looked into the face -
Almost blinded me!
Blizzard on the porch at night
She came to cry.

And the magpie is at the gate
Spreads rumors
What are they flying into our garden?
Blue flies!

Only such a gossip
We no longer believe.
There's a lot of frost outside -
Close the doors.

The sleds are asking to go for a walk,
The skis creaked.
And he crawls into the stove to sleep
Our kitten is red.

He is not a sledder
And he doesn't ski.
It only warms the paws.
He can do this!

It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox with a fluffy tail.

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!

Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.

The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white:

Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough work for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!

Only the janitor, only the janitor
He says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day long,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats left me,
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!

Girls on the street
Making a snowman.
Made from snow
Three body lumps.
They stuck on a nose, ears, eyes, mouth.
And they dance around.

How nice it is in the forest in winter
Walking on white snow.
The clear air is fresh and clean.
And only a bird whistle is heard.

A little white snow fell
He brought happiness to every home.
Happy, happy kids.
It's time to take the sleds and skis.

New Year will come to visit us
Grandfather Frost will be there.
He's candy and gifts
He will bring it under our tree

All day today
Snow is falling on the ground.
Like an evil blizzard
It's knocking at our house.
We'll light the stove
We'll warm up at home.
And the snowstorms will pass
We will clean the path.

On the path, on the meadow
Early in the morning, slowly,
White snow is falling,
Tumbling and spinning.
The yard is white and white,
The kids started making noise
The puddles are covered with snow,
Winter has come to us! Hooray!
That's it - off to the hill
Yes, in the snow - downhill,
We are not afraid of the cold,
The frost doesn't scare us.
Sleds, skis and skates,
With fun, laughter and screaming
Let's play in the snow
And let's roll a snowman.
Hello, Zimushka-winter,
Time for festive troubles,
As a hostess, herself
Celebrate the New Year with us!

There is silence in the house at night.
The yellow moon is shining.
Silence outside the window,
Everything fell asleep in a quiet sleep.
- Good morning! - I say
And I run to the window.
I look and I don’t understand
What happened outside the window
Everything became white, white.
The sun looks out the window
The snow sparkles, turns silver,
No one can sleep now.
- Hello little winter!
I'm very glad you came.
I brought sledges and skis.
Loud and cheerful laughter
Slide and skating rink for everyone!

It's snowing and quiet
Winter, winter winter.
Swept up the paths
And the cat's tracks.
And for a hat and coat
There was a lot of snow.
Sleds and felt boots
Everything is covered with snow.
And winter keeps pouring snow
Sweeps out the white light.
And tiny snowflakes
They fall into the palms of their hands.
Carved stars
They're so cold.
I'll stand for a while
And I’ll look at the snowflakes
Carved stars,
so cold!
I'll run away quickly from the snow.

Covered in white snow,
Everything around is white and white.
Snowflakes swirled
Scattering silver
And the icicles and ice flakes shine,
Perched under the window.
It's good when it's time
Snowy is coming
And right in the yard
White snow wanders.

Snow. Blizzard. Blizzard. Freezing.
Father Frost. Cartload of gifts.
Christmas tree. Friendly round dance.
The best holiday is New Year!
Skis, sleds and skates.
Gorki. Smooth rollers.
Laughter. The holidays are a mess.
This is Zimushka-winter!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice...

On the window, silver with frost,
It was as if the chrysanthemums were blooming.
In the upper windows - the sky is bright blue
And getting stuck in the snow dust.

The sun rises, cheerful from the cold,
The window glows golden.
The morning is quiet, joyful and young,
Everything is covered in white snow.

And all the mornings are bright and clean
I will see colors above,
And until noon they will be silver
Chrysanthemums on my window.

In this selection of winter poems for children middle group Poems about a cold winter morning, poems about the beautiful winter, poems about a winter road, poems about beauty winter nature, poems about winter fun, poems about the first snow.

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Poems about winter for children 4-5 years old

In this selection of winter poems for children middle group kindergarten you will find works by classics of Russian literature, A. S. Pushkin, N. A. Nekrasov, F. I. Tyutchev, I. A. Bunin, I. Z. Surikov and other domestic poets.

Poems about a cold winter morning, poems about the beauty of winter, poems about a winter road, poems about the beauty of winter nature, poems about winter fun, poems about the first snow. All poems are selected for preschoolers aged four and five years, and those marked with an asterisk are recommended for memorization.

Winter*

I. Surikov

White fluffy snow
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.

And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.

Dark forest - what a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...

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

Enchantress Winter...*

F. Tyutchev

Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.

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

Is the winter sun shining?
On him your ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.

First snow

Y. Akim

Morning cat
Brought on his paws
First snow!
First snow!
He has
Taste and smell
First snow!
First snow!
He's spinning
Easy,
New,
Over the guys' heads
He managed
Down scarf
Spread
On the pavement
He turns white
Along the fence
Took a nap on the lantern, -
So, soon
Very soon
The sled will fly
From the hills,
So it will be possible
Again
Build a fortress
In the courtyard!

By ski*

A. Vvedensky

The whole earth is covered in snow,
I'm skiing
You're running after me.
Good in the forest in winter:

The sky is bright blue
Spruce, pine trees in frost,
The snow sparkles underfoot.
Hey guys, who's behind us?

Winter morning*

A. Pushkin

...In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice...

Chrysanthemums

I. Bunin

On the window, silver with frost,
It was as if the chrysanthemums were blooming.
In the upper windows - the sky is bright blue
And getting stuck in the snow dust.

The sun rises, cheerful from the cold,
The window glows golden.
The morning is quiet, joyful and young,
Everything is covered in white snow.

And all the mornings are bright and clean
I will see colors above,
And until noon they will be silver
Chrysanthemums on my window.

The snowstorm is sweeping...

S. Yesenin

Blizzard sweeps away
White way.
Wants in soft snows
Drown.
The playful wind fell asleep
On a way:
Or drive through the forest,
Neither pass.

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up*

A. Pushkin

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
Frost flashed. And we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

Blanket

A. Korinfsky

Why, dear,
Does it snow in winter?
- From it nature
The blanket is being woven!
- Blanket, mom?..
Why is it?!.
- Without him, the earth would
It became cold!..
- And to whom, dear,
Looking for warmth in it?!.
- To those who have to
Winterize:
To the little seeds,
grains of bread,
The roots of the blades of grass
Cereals and flowers!..

Winter song

3. Alexandrova

White lawn,
Warm sweatshirt.
I'll go skiing -
Catch me!

Bullfinches on birch trees
Brighter than the morning dawn
blue tits,
Snow for the mittens!

White carpet,
Wait a bit.
Someone is walking behind a bush
Hare or cat?

If the cat walks - let it!
If it's a hare, I'm not afraid!
If a wolf and a bear -
We won't go any further!

Winter night in the village

I. Nikitin

Cheerfully shines
A month over the village;
White snow sparkles
Blue light.
Moon's rays
God's temple is doused;
Cross under the clouds
Like a candle, it burns.
Empty, lonely
Sleepy village;
Blizzards deep
The huts were swept away.
Silence is silent
In the empty streets,
And you can't hear the barking
Watchdogs.

Childhood (excerpt)

I. Surikov

This is my village;
This is my home;
Here I am sledding
The mountain is steep;

Here the sled has rolled up,
And I'm on my side - bang!
I'm rolling head over heels
Downhill, into a snowdrift.

And boy friends
Standing above me
They laugh merrily
Over my misfortune.

All face and hands
Snow covered me...
I'm in grief in a snowdrift,
And the guys laugh!..

Winter road*

A. Pushkin

Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.
On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.
Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...

Winter*

Ya Kupala

So recently at our window
The sun was shining every day.
And now the time has come -
There was a blizzard in the field.
She ran away with a ringing song,
She covered everything like a diaper,
Fluffed with snow fluff -
It became empty and deaf everywhere.
The river does not ring with waves
Under icy clothes;
The forest is silent, looks sad,
No fussing birds are heard.

Neater than fashionable parquet...*

A. Pushkin

Neater than fashionable parquet,
The river shines, covered in ice;
Boys are a joyful people
Skates cut the ice noisily;
The goose is heavy on red legs,
Having decided to sail across the bosom of the waters,
Steps carefully onto the ice.
Slips and falls; funny
The first snow flashes and curls,
Stars falling on the shore.

Snowflakes

A. Usachev

The hedgehog looks at the snowflakes.
“These,” he thinks, “are hedgehogs...
White, spiny
And besides, they are volatile.”

Spider on a web
He 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 is covered in fluff -
He's scratching his fur coat upstairs."

A boy looks at snowflakes:
“Perhaps these are funny things?..”
He won't understand why
He's having a lot of fun.

Snowflakes

S. Kozlov

There's a blizzard outside the window,
There is darkness outside the window,
Looking at each other
They sleep in the snow at home.

And the snowflakes are spinning -
They don't care at all! -
In light dresses with lace,
With a bare shoulder.

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

Old, gray-haired,
With an ice stick
Blizzard hobbles
Baba Yaga.

And the snowflakes are spinning -
They don't care at all! -
In light dresses with lace,
With a bare shoulder.

Thin legs -
Soft boots,
White shoe -
Sounding heel.

Bullfinches

A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
I brought them rowan trees.
Well sweetened
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.

Snowball*

N. Nekrasov

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

Cautious snow

V. Stepanov

Midnight snow
He's in no hurry.
He walks slowly
But the snow knows
What's all the same
He will fall somewhere.
And the slower he is
Chagall,
The more careful you were
The softer in the dark
Fell
And U.S-
Didn't wake me up.

Snow woman

A. Brodsky

We are the snow woman
They sculpted it to perfection.
For glory, for glory,
Just for fun.
On us it's black
Looks with his eyes
It's like he's laughing
Two coals.
It's worth it though
Our woman with a broom,
But don't let it seem
She's mean to you.
Bucket instead of a hat
We gave her...
With a snow woman
The game is more fun.

Snowman

T. Petukhova

Our favorite snowman
His head completely drooped:
The hare carried it into the forest at night
He has a carrot nose!
Don't be sad, snowman,
We will help you in trouble instantly,
We'll give you a new nose,
The nose is good, the nose is spruce!

Winter

V. Stepanov

The road is white, white.
Winter has come. Winter has come.
I wear a white hat
I breathe white air
My eyelashes are white
Coat and mittens, -
Can't tell me apart in the cold
Among the white birches.
I'll freeze. And the squirrel in silence
Suddenly he jumps into my arms.

Winter on the edge

I. Gurina

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

For a cowardly bunny
A cone fell from the tree!
He runs along the path,
The tail and back flash.

A fox wanders nearby
And he is proud of his tail.
On a high snowy slope
Elk horned, as if wearing a crown!

On green branches,
Frosted bleached
Like scarlet beads
Small bullfinches.

The edge is flooded with sunshine,
Squirrel, red girlfriend,
I came to visit the Christmas tree,
Yes, I brought nuts.

All year round. January

S. Marshak

Open the calendar -
January begins.

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.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

I know what I need to come up with

A. Barto

I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.

I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.

Winter

E. Rusakov

The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.

January-Prosinets

Hello, well done January,

Hello, sir!

Take us on a sled,

Give me frosts,

Let paradise bloom on the windows:

Dahlias, roses.

Jumping like a squirrel at dawn

New Year's Eve in January

Along the tall fir trees,

So that the kids can eat

Chocolates in kindergarten -

Well, at least once a year.

M. Sukhorukova

January

We tear off the calendar, January begins.

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.

The stoves are heated in our house -

Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

S. Marshak

It was in January

It was in January

There was a Christmas tree on the mountain,

And near this Christmas tree

Evil wolves roamed.

Once upon a time, at night,

When the forest is so quiet,

They meet a wolf under the mountain

Bunnies and hare.

Who's up for the New Year?

Fall into the clutches of a wolf!

The bunnies rushed forward

And they jumped onto the tree.

They flattened their ears

They hung like toys.

Sparrows flew past

We sat on the top.

Ten little bunnies

They hang on the tree and are silent -

The wolf was deceived.

It was in January -

He thought that on the mountain

Decorated Christmas tree.

A. Barto

Our friends

Every day,

When we get up

My brother and I are alone,

Taking cereals

And bread crumbs

We quickly run to the porch.

A lot of affectionate, good

Friends are flying to us.

Birds sitting on a feeder

They clean their wings.

There are goldfinches, siskins and tits here

And sneaky sparrows,

They are also waiting for us patiently

And the handsome bullfinches...

Everyone is used to it - not shy,

At least take them with your hands!

G. Ladonshchikov

This is my village

This is my village;

This is my home;

Here I am sledding

The mountain is steep;

Here the sled has rolled up,

And I'm on my side - bang!

I'm rolling head over heels

Downhill, into a snowdrift.

I. Surikov

Grandfather Frost is walking along the street,

Frost scatters on the branches of birch trees.

Walks, shakes his white beard,

He stomps his foot, only the sound comes out.

S. Drozhzhin

Frosty frost on the glass

There is frosty frost on the glass,

How many dashes and lines!

I'm the only one who knows

Who's standing there at the window?

The Snow Maiden breathes on the glass

And diligently writes letters,

She moves her finger herself:

“C” - snowflakes, “3” - winter.

N. Frenkel

Snow fairy tale

Danced through the snow

Snow storms.

Bullfinches for snowmen

The song was whistled.

By the snowy river

In a snowy lane

Skates rush loudly,

Snow Maidens cutting ice.

S. Pogorelovsky

Bullfinches

Bullfinches

In the yard by the door.

I poured over the threshold

Buckwheat, seeds, cottage cheese.

And when I went out into the garden,

I heard from them:

You are kinder than all the guys

Well done, Grisha!

P. Voronko

Fly under the window

Snow-snowball, snow-snowball

All covered in traces of bird feet,

Sparrows jumped around

Apparently they were looking for food for themselves.

The difficult time has come:

The grains were covered with snow.

bobtail family,

Our guests and friends,

Fly under the window -

There is grain in your feeders.

G. Boyko

Both summer and winter

It's like a white blizzard

I swept the birch tree;

Both summer and winter

She is white-white

Only black scorch marks,

Like thawed patches in the snow.

S. Pshenichnykh

Everything was covered in plump snow,

Like warm, white fur.

V. Fetisov

What does the snow sing about?

The snow sparkles, swirls, sweeps,

Covers the fields with a blanket:

Sleep, earth, you are probably tired -

The autumn harvest was generous!

Sleep now until spring, rest.

S. Pshenichnykh

February-bokogray

In white and blue February

A blizzard rushes on a broom,

But sadness will take her,

And sides in the sun

This blizzard is warming,

And February is getting better.

Our February isn't so bad

He's been knocking off his horn since winter.

Me with a slingshot in the meadow

I'll go knock off her horns.

M. Sukhorukova

February

The winds blow in February and the chimneys howl loudly.

Light drifting snow rushes along the ground like a snake.

Rising, the flights of aircraft rush into the distance,

Glory to the dear army, on its birthday.

S. Marshak

Black ice

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,

Because it's icy.

But it falls perfectly,

Why is no one happy?

Winter sings and echoes...

Winter sings and echoes,

The shaggy forest lulls

The ringing sound of a pine forest.

All around with deep melancholy

Sailing to a distant land

Gray clouds.

And there's a snowstorm in the yard

Spreads a silk carpet,

But it's painfully cold.

Sparrows are playful,

Like lonely children,

Huddled by the window.

The little birds are cold,

Hungry, tired,

And they huddle tighter.

And the blizzard roars madly

Knocks on the hanging shutters

And he gets angrier.

And the tender birds are dozing

Under these snowy whirlwinds

At the frozen window.

And they dream of a beautiful

In the smiles of the sun is clear

Beautiful spring.

S. Yesenin

frosty wind

Leap - sideways, Leap - sideways

A jackdaw walks past the windows.

All tousled by the wind,

Covered with snow.

Heavy, hairy wire ropes.

Every call is like a string -

The whole country was buzzing.

The thermometer immediately noted -

A frosty wind has arrived:

Between dashes and dots

The blue bar has become shorter.

E. Trutneva

Winter evening

The storm covers the sky with darkness,

Whirling snow whirlwinds.

Then, like a beast, she will howl,

She will cry like a child.

Then on the dilapidated roof

Suddenly the straw will rustle,

The way a belated traveler

There will be a knock on our window...

A. Pushkin

Feed the birds in winter

Feed the birds in winter

Let it come from all over

They will flock to you like home,

Flocks on the porch.

Their food is not rich:

All you need is a handful of grain

Let alone and not be scary

It will be winter for them.

It’s impossible to count how many of them die.

It's hard to see

But in our heart there is

And it's warm for the birds.

How can we forget:

They could fly away

And we stayed together

Winter with people.

Train your birds in winter

To your window

So that you don’t have to go without songs

Welcome spring.

Bullfinches

Run out quickly

Look at bullfinches.

We've arrived, we've arrived!

The flock was met by blizzards,

And Frost the Red Nose

I brought them a rowan,

Well treated

Well sweetened

Late winter evening

Bright scarlet clusters.

A. Prokofiev

What are the little sparrows singing about?

What are the little sparrows singing about?

On the last day of winter?

We survived!

We survived!

We are alive!

B. Berestov

Snow was falling on the threshold

Snow was falling on the threshold,

The cat baked himself a pie.

In the meantime, I sculpted and baked -

The pie flowed away like a stream.

Bake your own pies

Not from snow, but from flour.

P. Voronko

Icicle

When I was eating an icicle,

It was delicious.

And when I got sick -

It became very sad...

M. Druzhinina

Moose letter

Winter night on the window

Moose left me a letter.

On a white window frame

He imprinted with horns -

Branches, paths and foliage...

Everything is clear: he’s waiting in the forest.

“Grab,” he writes, “a sled,

I’ll ride in the clearing.”

V. Stepanov

Snowstorm

Oh, blizzard, blizzard, blizzard,

Where were you last night, okay?

I drove around all the yards,

I sewed fur coats for trees,

She dressed them in furs.

And frost is nonsense to them!

Oh, blizzard, blizzard, blizzard,

What were you doing this morning, come on?

I wandered along the streets,

All the fences were whitewashed.

Oh, blizzard, blizzard, blizzard,

Where were you circling during the day, come on?

I tore people's hats off during the day,

She threw snow down her collar...

So that everything around you becomes beautiful,

I mixed the sky with the earth!

Oh, blizzard, blizzard, blizzard,

Where will you be this evening, okay?

What an evening I'll be around,

I'll tell you tomorrow morning!

G. Gerasimov

They broke the ice

We broke it.

Shreds were flying

E. Blaginina

Winter's last darkness,

February is the successor of January.

The river flows, the drifting snow floats,

They flow into snowy seas.

And to me from the rainbow shine

Can't hold back my happy tears.

On the southern slope of the coppice -

Funnels at the roots of birch trees.

And, listening to the birds' melodies of spring,

Parting the withered grass,

The snowdrop will sprout

Through last year's leaves...

A. Ivanov

The blue expanses do not see themselves,

And, in the eternal cold, they are bright and pure,

The snowy mountains do not see themselves,

The flower does not see its own beauty.

And it’s sweet to know if you’re walking through the forests,

Are you going down the mountain path?

With your insatiable eyes

Nature admires itself.

Folk songs and nursery rhymes about winter for children

(From the collection of A. Sobolevsky)

Like on thin ice

A little white snow fell;

White snow fell

Vanyushka, my friend, was driving,

Vanya was driving, in a hurry;

He fell off his good horse.

He fell and lies there

Nobody runs to Vanya.

Two girls saw

Soon they ran up to Vanya,

Soon they ran up to Vanya,

They put Vanya on a horse,

They put Vanya on a horse,

They showed the way...

We are two young brothers,

Two frosts are removed.

- I am Frost the red nose.

- I am Frost the blue nose.

Which one of you will decide

Set off on a path?

- We are not afraid of threats,

And we are not afraid of frost!

Frost-frost,

Don't drag yourself home by the nose.

Don't bother, don't spoil,

Go paint the windows!

Poems by Russian poets about winter for preschoolers

O. Vysotskaya “On a sled”

The sled rolled down.

Hold on tight, doll!

Sit, don't fall -

There's a ditch ahead!

You must drive carefully!

Otherwise you might crash.

O. Vysotskaya “Stars”

The stars began to spin,

They began to lie down on the ground,

No, not stars, but fluffs,

Not fluff, but snowflakes!

O. Vysotskaya “It’s cold!”

Who meowed at the door?

- Open it quickly!

Very cold in winter -

Murka asks to go home.

O. Vysotskaya “Snow Bunny”

We made a snowball

The ears were made later.

And just

Instead of eyes

We found some coals.

The rabbit came out alive!

He has a tail and a head!

Don't delay -

They are made from straws!

Long, shiny,

Definitely real!

S. Drozhzhin “Walking the Street”

Walking the street

Santa Claus,

Frost is scattering

Along the branches of birch trees;

Walks with a beard

White is shaking,

Stomping his foot

There's only a crackling sound...

R. Kudashev “Winter Song”

Winter has come

Silver,

Covered with white snow

The field is clean.

Daytime skating with children

Everything is rolling;

Night in snowy lights

It's falling apart...

Writes a pattern in the windows

Ice - and holochkoy

And knocking on our yard

With a fresh Christmas tree.

I. Surikov “Childhood”

This is my village;

This is my home;

Here I am sledding

The mountain is steep;

Here the sled has rolled up,

And I'm on my side - bang!

I'm rolling head over heels

Downhill, into a snowdrift.

And boy friends

Standing above me

They laugh merrily

Over my misfortune.

All face and hands

Snow covered me...

I'm in grief in a snowdrift,

And the guys laugh!..

Sasha Cherny "Wolf"

The whole village sleeps in the snow.

The month disappeared for the night.

Snow is blowing.

The kids are all on the ice,

On the pond.

The sleighs squeal together -

Let's go in a row!

Some are in the harness, some are the rider.

The wind is sideways.

Our convoy has expanded

To the birches.

Suddenly the front line shouts:

“Devils, stop!”

The sleds stopped, the laughter stopped:

“Brothers, wolf!..”

Wow, how they sprayed back!

Like hail.

Scattering everything from the pond -

Who goes where.

Where is the wolf?

Yes, it's a dog -

Our Barbos!

Laughter, roar, laughter and talk:

“Oh yes wolf!”

S. Mikhalkov “Blank verses”

The snow is spinning

The snow is falling -

Snow! Snow! Snow!

The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow

And, of course, a man!

Happy gray tits:

Birds are freezing in the cold.

Snow fell - frost fell!

The cat washes its nose with snow.

The puppy has a black back

White snowflakes are melting.

The sidewalks are covered in snow,

Everything around is white and white:

Snow-snow-snowfall!

Enough work for shovels,

For shovels and scrapers,

For large trucks.

The snow is spinning

The snow is falling -

Snow! Snow! Snow!

The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow

And, of course, a man!

Only the janitor, only the janitor

Says: "I am this Tuesday

I will never forget!

Snowfall is a disaster for us!

The scraper scrapes all day long,

The broom sweeps all day long.

A hundred sweats left me,

And everything is white again!

Snow! Snow! Snow!"

S. Mikhalkov “On Skates”

I rush like the wind on skates

Along the forest edge...

Mittens on hands

Hat on top...

One-two! So I slipped...

One and two! Almost tumbled...

One-two! Keep your toes tight!

The ice crunched and quacked,

The wind is blowing from the right.

Christmas wolves! Full speed -

From pond to ditch...

One-two! On a slippery slope.

One and two! Happy legs...

One-two! Onward and onward...

S. Mikhalkov “Ski track and stump”

I walked through the virgin snow,

It was easy and difficult for me,

And behind me

A fresh ski track was laying down.

Through the clearings, through the bushes,

I skied for half an hour.

And I see: to my right -

Another fresh ski track...

And I thought:

“I’ll catch up!”

And he switched to that ski track.

I got on a new ski track -

And I went out to the big stump.

I'm running through the bushes again,

Uphill here, downhill there -

And I go out to the same stump,

On the same ski track...

And so all day

and so on all day:

Ski track and stump!

Ski track and stump!

Well, what a tricky ski track:

She's been fooling me all day!

D. Kharms “Winter”

The snow is falling on everyone,

Not afraid of anyone.

Doesn't burn in fire

Doesn't sink in water.

It lies all winter

And in the spring he will run away.

D. Kharms “Frost is an old grandfather”

Frost is an old grandfather,

He is two hundred years old

The bridge was built

I paved the entire river,

And spring has come -

The bridge was destroyed.

A. Pushkin “Here is the north, the clouds are catching up”

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,

He breathed, howled - and here she is

The sorceress winter is coming.

She came and fell apart; shreds

Hanged on the branches of oak trees;

Lay down in wavy carpets

Among the fields, around the hills;

Brega with a still river

She leveled it with a plump veil;

Frost flashed.

And we are glad

To the pranks of Mother Winter.

N. Nekrasov “Frost, Red Nose”(excerpt)

It is not the wind that rages over the forest,

Streams did not run from the mountains,

Moroz the voivode on patrol

Walks around his possessions.

Looks to see if the snowstorm is good

The forest paths have been taken over,

And are there any cracks, crevices,

And is there any bare ground somewhere?

Are the tops of the pines fluffy?

Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?

And are the ice floes tightly bound?

In great and small waters?

He walks, walks through the trees,

Cracking on frozen water

And the bright sun plays

In his shaggy beard...

I. Nikitin “Meeting of Winter”(excerpt)

Hello, winter guest!

We ask for mercy

Sing songs of the north

Through forests and steppes.

We have freedom -

Walk anywhere;

Build bridges across rivers

And lay out the carpets.

We won't get used to it

Let your frost crack:

Our Russian blood

It burns in the cold!

A. Pushkin “Winter!.. Peasant, triumphant”

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,

On the firewood he renews the path;

His horse smells the snow,

Trotting along somehow;

Fluffy reins exploding,

The daring carriage flies;

The coachman sits on the beam

In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.

Here is a yard boy running,

Having planted a bug in the sled,

Transforming himself into a horse;

The naughty man has already frozen his finger:

It's both painful and funny to him,

And his mother threatens him through the window.

A. Fet “Wonderful picture”

Wonderful picture

How dear you are to me:

White plain,

Full moon,

The light of the high heavens,

And shining snow

And distant sleighs

Lonely running.

A. Fet “Mom! Look out the window"

Mother! Look from the window -

You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat

Wash your nose:

There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,

It has brightened, turned white, -

Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue

Frost is hung along the branches -

Just take a look!

Like someone too shabby

Fresh, white, plump cotton wool

I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:

Over the skids, and up the hill

Have fun running!

Really, mom? You won't refuse:

“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

S. Yesenin “Birch”

White birch

Below my window

Covered with snow

Exactly silver.

On fluffy branches

Snow border

The brushes have blossomed

White fringe.

And the birch tree stands

In sleepy silence,

And the snowflakes are burning

In golden fire.

And the dawn is lazy

Walking around

Sprinkles branches

New silver.

Rhymes about winter for children

Quietly, quietly, as in a dream,

Falls to the ground... (snow).

We didn't eat, we didn't drink -

Snowy woman... (sculpted).

Winter sports are now closer to us

They help with this... (skis).

I'm flying down the hill towards them,

I push myself up the hill... (them).

The lights on the ice went out -

I'm taking off my... (skates).

Visible on a winter evening

There is a yellow... (moon) in the sky.

I'll clear the snow, guys.

Only I need... (shovel).

Rings are flying from the pipe -

This is smoke from our... (stove).

White birch

It's getting cold from... (frost).

Riddles in poems about winter for children

Fluffy carpet

Not fabric with your hands,

Not sewn with silks,

It sparkles like silver in the sun. (Snow)

White bird

It rushes over the earth.

Howls, flies -

It covers the paths. (Snowstorm)

Powdered the paths

I decorated the windows,

Gave joy to children

And I went for a sledding ride. (Winter)

What kind of star is this?

On a jacket, on a scarf,

All through, cut-out,

And if you squeeze it, there’s water in your hand? (Snowflake)

Old man at the gate

The warmth was stolen away

He doesn't run on his own

But he doesn’t tell me to stand. (Freezing)

Fishes live warmly in winter:

The roof is thick glass. (Ice)

A white carrot grows upside down. (Icicle)

What only grows in winter? (Snowdrift)

Two snub-nosed girlfriends

They rush and rush after each other.

Both ribbons in the snow

They leave it running. (Skis)

I ride it.

Until evening time,

But my horse is lazy

Carries only from the mountain. (Sled)

Inseparable two brothers

Stored in the closet until winter,

And in winter they run on the ice

And they draw as they go. (Skates)