Pleshcheev autumn has arrived. The forest is now brighter and quieter

The sky was already breathing in autumn
A.S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Geese loud caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

A. Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Leaf fall
I. Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

Autumn has come
E. Arsenina

Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad it is
What the gardens look like.
The birds reached out
To warm regions.
Farewell is heard
The screech of a crane.
The sun doesn't spoil me
Us with your warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Can't return it anymore.

K. Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Autumn leaf

O. Chusovitina

Outside the window the autumn leaf turned yellow,

He broke away, spun, and flew.

The yellow leaf made friends with the breeze,

Everyone is spinning and playing under the window.

And when the cheerful wind flew away,

The yellow leaf on the asphalt is bored.

I went into the yard and picked up a leaf,

I brought it home and gave it to my mother.

You can't leave him on the street,

Let him live with me all winter.

Signs of autumn
T. Shorygina

Autumn will approach silently,

He will stand quietly at the gate.

Cherry leaf in the garden

It will fall onto the path.

This is the first sign

That summer is leaving us.

And the second is a raspberry bush

In the threads of the white web.

The day will become a little shorter,

The clouds will darken

As if a shadow will cover them,

The river will become cloudy.

The third true sign:

Autumn is wandering nearby somewhere.

Early morning in the clearings

White mists will fall,

And then, don’t wait,

Drizzle

Ask for a shroud,

So AUTUMN has come.

Golden ball
T. Shorygina

Burned up like a fire

There are brushes on the mountain ash.

The ball is rolling towards
From autumn leaves.

Do not you recognize him?

Take a closer look! It's a hedgehog!

Became a golden ball

Sly hedgehog

Maple leaves strung

On your needles.

He takes them home,

Lays down on the bed

So that during the long winter

It's sweet to sleep under a spruce tree.

Let him have dreams

Snowstorms,

Let him sleep until spring

In a warm cradle

Umbrella
M. Sidorova

If it's pouring rain,

I take an umbrella with me

Very bright and big

Yellow-red-blue.

Whoever you meet

Very surprised.

People all around say:

“What a miracle! The umbrella is coming!”

It's even a little offensive

That I can't be seen at all...

V. Avdienko

Autumn walks along the path,

Got my feet wet in puddles.

It's raining

And there is no light.

Summer is lost somewhere.

Autumn is coming

Autumn is wandering.

Wind from maple leaves

There's a new rug under your feet,

Yellow-pink –

Maple.

I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming in our park.
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:

Pink apron - aspen,
Red beads for mountain ash,
Yellow umbrella for poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

* * * * *
E. Nikolaeva

Autumn took out a brush,
I painted everything around!
Changed fashion to colors,
Colored Nature:
At the birch trees, at the sisters -
Yellow ribbons in pigtails.
Maples are dressed in a red scarf.
Lawns in colorful dresses.
Decoration on the rowan tree -
Scarlet berries necklace.
Updating everyone's outfits,
Autumn walks with us.

In October
G. Ladonshchikov

A gray day is shorter than the night.
The water in the river is cold.
Frequent rain wets the ground.
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles.
The bread was put into bins.
Before you arrive winter cold
Houses are insulated.

M. Sadovsky

The birch trees unbraided their braids,

The maples clapped their hands,

The cold winds have come

And the poplars were flooded.

The willows have drooped by the pond,

The aspen trees began to tremble,

Oak trees, always huge,

It's like they've become smaller.

Everything calmed down, shrank,

It has drooped and turned yellow.

Only the Christmas tree is beautiful

By winter she looked better.

* * * * *
E. Blaginina

Golden leaves fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a nice bouquet out of them,
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.

Golden Rain
M. Lesovaya

The leaves were filled with sunshine,
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Filled up, heavy,
They flowed and flew,
They rustled through the bushes,
We jumped on the branches.
The wind swirls gold,
Sounds like golden rain!

* * * * *
M. Sidorova

We cannot live in the world without miracles,
They meet us everywhere.
Magic, autumn and fairytale forest
He invites us to visit him.
The wind will spin to the song of the rain,
He will throw leaves at our feet.
This time is so beautiful:
Miracle Autumn has come to us again.

Poems about autumn by A.N. Pleshcheev are especially dear to our hearts. Why were you in a hurry, autumn, that you came so early? The heart still asks for warmth and light. Birds! We are sorry for your sonorous songs. Don't fly to warmer climes, wait!

"Autumn Song"
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad.

The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

Alexey Nikolaevich Pleshcheev, descendant of the ancient Russian noble family, born November 22, 1825 in Kostroma. He spent his childhood in Nizhny Novgorod, where the two-year-old boy was brought by his father. In 1838, young Pleshcheev went to St. Petersburg, where he entered the University.

"Children and the Bird"
“Bird! We feel sorry for your sonorous songs!
Don’t fly away from us... Wait!” -
“Dear little ones! From your side
The cold and rain are driving me away.

Over there in the trees, on the roof of the gazebo
How many friends are waiting for me!
Tomorrow you will still sleep, children,
And we will all rush south.

There is neither cold nor rain there now,
The wind does not tear leaves from the branches,
The sun doesn’t hide in the clouds there..." -
“Will you come back to us soon, little bird?”

"I'm stocked with new songs
I'll come back to you when I'm out of the fields
The snow will melt when in the ravine
The stream will gurgle and glisten,

And it will begin under the spring sun
All nature comes to life...
I'll be back when, little ones,
You’ll be reading!”

Having left the University, Pleshcheev devotes himself literary activity, first as a poet, and then as a prose writer. His first poems and stories were published in Otechestvennye zapiski in 1847 and 1848.

"Autumn"
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Many adversities befell the Russian poet Pleshcheev. The need that constantly haunted him undermined his health.

His meek muse never lied, and this was her great merit. Pleshcheev was not looking for popularity. She went to him herself. His personality exuded warmth and truthfulness. How could you not love his poetry? The sounds of his songs came straight from the heart.

"Autumn"
I recognize you, sad times:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark,
And destruction - everywhere you look.
Faded leaves are falling from the tree,
In the field, the bushes were turning yellow;
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Autumn is boring!.. Yes, it's you!

I recognize you, sad times
A time of difficult and bitter worries:
A heart that once loved so passionately,
There is a deadening oppression of doubt;
They go out quietly one after another
Proud youth's holy dreams,
And gray hair shows through...
Old age is boring!.. Yes, it’s you!

"A boring picture..."
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
1860

Poems about autumn special, like the beautiful autumn itself... Some people love it and look forward to it every year, while others can’t stand the dreary time of year. Everyone sees in her something of their own, special, unique.

I offer the same unique selection poems about autumn and yet I hope that it is a wonderful time of year for you.

Poems about autumn

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.
V. Nirovich

in autumn

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Tree umbrellas

Rain comes to visit us often
In September,
And the warmth goes away
In September,
Quietly the apple trees are trembling
In September,
Lost your outfit
In September,
I will cheer up the trees:
- No moping!
I'll give everyone an umbrella
In September.

N. Andrusenko

In October

The gray day is shorter than the night,
The water in the river is cold,
Frequent rain wets the ground,
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles,
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold comes
Houses are insulated.

G. Ladonshchikov

On a clear autumn day

1
With a book under your arm
I'll go out onto the porch.
To the flying clouds
I'll raise my face.

I'll sit down
On knees
I'll put the book down.
On a clear autumn day
I'll take a quiet look.

2
According to the open book,
In a hat up to his eyebrows,
wiggling my eyebrows,
An ant walks.

He steps firmly
Blue foot,
Of course no more
Any letters.

As if in an aspen forest,
By the gray river,
I stood quietly
At the end of the line,

And I walked along the line,
Sliding on the snow,
As if to a water pump,
To the old letter "I".

The lines are like clearings,
Stretched out in a row.
It's like an autumn forest,
The letters show through.

It was as if it had flown by
It's snowier at night,
And reads the traces
Ant in the morning.

Just around the corner
In the round letter "O"
Saw the covered
Lake covered with snow.

The letter "P" was caught
On his way,
Like a door without a home
Or a hole in the house.

Door or gate
To an empty garden...
Comma leaves
They fly with the wind.

And a terrible beetle,
Already dead
Met right there
There is a letter "F" in the puddle.

Somehow getting there
To the old letter "I"
Ant
Thought
Went out to the fields.

And taking a deep breath
The entire expanse of the earth,
Knocked on the leg
The leg is blue.

3
Blue porch
Blue fence;
Behind the fence is a field,
And beyond the field there is a forest.

In field
Across the river
Fragile bridges;
Typed in italics
Bare bushes.

He's gone somewhere
In a hat up to his eyebrows,
wiggling my eyebrows,
Wise ant.

And through points
Stretching out in a row,
Like loners
They're rushing across the field...

4
The sky darkened.
Twilight and silence...
Stiff
You are sitting on the porch.

And to the cold stars
Don't raise your face
It's like it became a step
The porch itself.

And wherever you look,
Don't even glance away -
Yellow chickens
They look out of the windows.

The light from the windows
The log house turns golden.
Milky Way in the sky -
Like smoke from chimneys.

And you leave the porch,
Like an ant
Pulling with my hand
A hat to the eyebrows.

S. Kozlov

In October

In October and November
Each animal is in its own hole
Sleeps sweetly and dreams
Waiting for Spring.

Only little Katya
Taken out of bed
Wash in five minutes
They lead you to kindergarten by the hand.

It's still dark in the yard
Grandma waves out the window.

E. Zhdanova

Autumn friend in the window

Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She got me without asking
He will treat you to sorrow.

Yellow leaves will fall,
And the wind will whip,
And taking my hand
He will lead you around the park.

Shows all the outfits
Reminds me of winter
Whispers quietly in your ear -
There is joy in me too.

Look at the leaves!
Look what a carpet -
Every season
It has its own magical choir.

In Summer, the nightingale chirps and trills,
And Winter has blizzards and white snow,
Spring sings like a drop of a babbling stream,
And Autumn will decorate the trees and fields.

Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She takes me to dance
With leaves he will invite...

V. Rudenko

Storm

swooped in
Fierce squall -
The linden grove was attacked!

And they darted like chickens
The leaves are somewhat yellow.

And, spreading wings-branches,
The linden trees make a sad noise -
They got excited like hens,
Lost chickens...

A. Shibaev

In the aspen forest

In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.

V. Stepanov

The forest is now brighter and quieter

The forest is now brighter and quieter,
The height is visible through the branches.
Its top is like a roof,
Burnt by autumn fire.
There is fluffy fog among the trunks,
Like smoke billows at dawn,
Leaves fly like sparks
And they burn out on the ground.

V. Orlov

Leaf walker

V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.

Mischief makers

L. Razvodova
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

Autumn

I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.

Autumn

M. Geller
Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Autumn

M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Autumn

E. Intulov
A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!

Autumn

V. Schwartz
The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

Autumn

T. Belozerov
Autumn,
autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
to the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.

Autumn

I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

Autumn

I. Maznin
Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.
The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.

in autumn

A. Efimtsev
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. It's autumn again!
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
“It will soon sweep
And it will start snowing soon!”

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
N. Krasilnikov

Packed up and flew

E. Golovin
Packed up and flew
Ducks in long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.

The swans were flying away

V. Prikhodko
The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.

Harvest Festival

Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.
Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

October

Berestov V.D.

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!

Alexander Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
I like yours farewell beauty -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Autumn

Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling...

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Colorful autumn

S. Marshak

Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.

This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road.

Available in the initial autumn...

Fedor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

Before the rain

Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
Whispers dully dark forest.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

Autumn

Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Leaf fall

Ivan Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

in autumn

Afanasy Fet

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Golden autumn

Boris Pasternak

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

Autumn

Ivan Demyanov

On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!

In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!

Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!

The rain is flying

Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

Autumn

Novitskaya G.M.

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned. I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.

Autumn

Tokmakova I.P.

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

Autumn in the forest

From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)

Autumn in the forest every year
Pays gold for entry.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
“I’m freezing...” -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
“What a dress!
What a beauty!
The leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch tree whispers:
“I’m chilling!..”
Lost weight at the oak tree too
Gilded fur coat.
The oak realized itself, but it’s too late
And he makes noise:
“I'm freezing! I’m freezing!”
Gold deceived -
Didn't save me from the cold.

Leaf fall

Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! —
and dive into a puddle.

Autumn treasure

I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you, and to us,
And to everyone.

Autumn leaves

I. Tokmakova

The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

Autumn

L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
To me yellow leaves turns,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...

A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
Latest sheets from its naked branches;
Breathed autumn chill- the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

Lyudmila Kuznetsova
The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?

Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?

A. S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Glorious Autumn

ON THE. Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
Air tired strength invigorates;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

The swallows have disappeared...

A.A. Fet

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

"Indian summer"

D.B. Kedrin

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.

Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

4.125

Approximate reading time:

Short:

October
Berestov V.D.

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

Autumn
E. Intulov

A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!

Autumn
V. Schwartz

The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

Autumn
M. Khodyakova

If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova

The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

Autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

Leaf fall
Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
And they dive into a puddle.

Average:

***
N. Krasilnikov

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.

The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.

Autumn
I. Melnichuk

A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.

Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.

I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.

***
V. Nirovich

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.

Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Alexander Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,

In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Mischief makers
L. Razvodova

Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?

Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

Colorful autumn
S. Marshak

Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.

This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road. Available in the initial autumn...
Fedor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...
Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

The swans were flying away
V. Prikhodko

The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.

Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.

Autumn
T. Belozerov

Autumn, autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.

From the cold grove
In the field, on the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.

in autumn
Afanasy Fet

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Autumn
I. Maznin

Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.

The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.

The rain is flying
Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms! Autumn
Novitskaya G.M.

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
Summer has drowned.

I throw him a circle
Your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
If the day is autumn.
Autumn
Tokmakova I.P.

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.

All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

***
A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

***
A. S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.

Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Leaf walker
V. Shulzhik

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.

The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.

Autumn
L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...

Rain
R. Seph

Rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sows rain through a sieve
The smoke is gray.

Rain is an artist:
He's drawing
Puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.

So the gray snow began to fall,
Lay down thickly.
How good is it?
And sad.

Autumn
I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:

Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,

Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

Autumn
M. Geller

Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.

A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.

Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Large:

Before the rain
Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.

Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

Autumn
Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Autumn
Ivan Demyanov

On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!

In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!

Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!

Leaf fall
Ivan Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

Giants:

in autumn
A. Efimtsev

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"

Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"

Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"

Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
"It'll snow soon
And it will start snowing soon!”

***
Lyudmila Kuznetsova

The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?

Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?

Packed up and flew
E. Golovin

Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.

The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.

Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.

The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.

Autumn
Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Glorious Autumn
ON THE. Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

The swallows have disappeared...
A.A. Fet

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
You look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

Indian summer
D.B. Kedrin

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.

Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

Autumn has come
Sadovsky Mikhail

The branches are bare
knocking
Black jackdaws
they scream.
Rare in clouds
bluish tint.
Autumn has come.

Wet day
and lethargic.
Light in the morning
tired.
The rain is mowing down
mows.
Autumn has come.

The piece of ice will crunch
loudly
The bird will scream
thin.
As if there is
will ask.
Autumn has come.

Black nests
empty.
Have become smaller
bushes.
Wind leaves
wears.
Autumn. Autumn. Autumn

Harvest Festival
Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.

And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.

The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.

Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.

The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

Golden autumn
Boris Pasternak