Any quatrain about winter. Poems for children on the theme "winter"
Winter knocked on the door,
Children are happy about the snow:
Sleds, slides and skates -
Simply heavenly days!
poet Flower
White snowflakes, light fluffs,
It’s like sparks are burning in the guys’ palms.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.
N. Goncharov
Mom, don't be afraid that I'll get sick!
Mom, don’t be afraid that I’ll get a sore throat!
Let the flu tremble, let the virus be afraid:
I'm flying down the hill on a sled!!
poet Flower
Who made these snowflakes?
Who is responsible for the work?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And he grabbed me by the nose!
G. Novitskaya
The snow is falling quietly,
Winter has come, my friend!
We play, we have fun,
And we are not afraid of frost!
Christmas trees, toys, a lot of gifts -
Well, finally, New Year!
Children are happy, adults are happy too:
“He came and left again...”
poet Flower
You can play snowballs
You can take the “baba” for a ride.
If only there was a janitor in the morning
The snow wasn't shoveled out of the yard!
poet Flower
I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
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.
S. Ostrovsky
An icicle in winter is tastier than Chupa Chups,
Mom, don’t argue, I’m right!
In the evening - cough, throat - hoarse?
Well, this is not forever!
poet Flower
Mom, work, why are you ringing?
I won’t freeze, I won’t fall,
Well, it’s okay if I break the sled,
The main thing is: I’ll come to eat!
poet Flower
Don't wake up mom in the morning, mom sleeps on Sunday!
Pull on your jacket and hat... if you forgot your mittens -
Then she will call you!
poet Flower
“I want to overeat with candy,
I want a cool bike like this!”
I am writing to the one who brings gifts at night,
Do you hear, Santa, Russian snow grandfather?
poet Flower
Dumplings, dumplings with cabbage, mushrooms,
What won’t fit into you in the summer, no way,
With hot borscht and delicious sour cream
In winter, eating two plates is a trifle!
poet Flower
The stream gurgles under the bridge,
He knocks on the ice with his fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Did you close the door and take away the key?
E. Kokhan
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?
V. Berestov
Light white snow
So similar to cottage cheese!
I just won’t eat it,
After all, snowflakes are a miracle!
A. Romanova
Snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
I also looked under the awnings,
He rested in peace on the house,
And we realized: winter.
When is it ever so slippery?
When else is it so snowy?
Christmas trees are dressed in winter
Beautiful and so gentle.
poet Flower
It gets so cold in winter
That even Christmas trees are wrapped in fur coats.
The boys should all wear it, although it’s annoying,
Scarves and mittens are very necessary!
poet Flower
Fields, trees, rivers sleep,
Bears and hedgehogs sleep.
Only bunnies in warm fur coats
They don't go to bed until spring.
poet Flower
Pines - in warm hats,
There are Christmas trees - everyone is wearing fur coats.
So, every day it’s not for nothing that mom
She wraps up her boys in winter.
poet Flower
It's such a shame to be sick when it's school holidays.
And when all your friends are on the street!
Mom, treat me with all the medicines,
Today I agree to be smart!
poet Flower
Tea with raspberries is very useful.
Especially if your nose is dripping.
It's also useful to listen to your mother.
And dress warmly in the cold!
poet Flower
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
A. Brodsky
That's it, I'm full! I can’t see the cake and sweets anymore!
But it’s still a pity that you can overeat with sweets
Only one night a year!
poet Flower
Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he is already without brushes, without paints
He painted all our windows overnight!
K.Bilić
Yalinka - beauty, like a girl's braid -
Green, thin, dovga.
poet Flower
How to learn a poem with your child
How nice it is to listen to a child read poetry. And if the child is also happy to teach them, then the parents simply cannot be happier with their child. However, not all children are so happy to learn poems. And parents sometimes give up, not knowing what to do, how to force their baby to learn the verse assigned at school.
The first thing the child does is immediately try to justify himself, constantly repeating that he doesn’t want to or can’t. Some, without saying anything, begin to go about their business. The reason, naturally, is the reluctance to learn a large amount of information. It's kind of defensive reaction the child’s brain so that there is no overload.
But in any matter you can find an approach. There are also methods for studying poetry. Before forcing your child to start studying, calm your little one down. Tell your child that if he doesn’t want to learn the poem, then no one will force him. Tell your baby that you will tell him a story, and he will have to repeat your story after you. And most importantly, do not overwork the child yourself. Learn two lines a day. For the first time, this will be enough so as not to overload the baby’s brain and not frighten him. And it’s easier for your child to repeat such a small amount of text after you.
Then you need to talk with the child and find out if there are words or phrases that the baby does not understand or the meaning of which he does not know. If the child cannot repeat them, just listen to which words he pronounces incorrectly, or maybe does not pronounce the line with this word at all. Explain to your child the meaning of a word or phrase, giving examples that are more understandable to your child.
As soon as all the words are clear to the young reader, begin studying. Start with the first line, repeating it until the baby pronounces it completely without your help. Only then can you proceed to the second. Study the second line in the same way as the first until the child repeats it completely without a single hesitation. Connect the first and second lines and repeat them several times until the child can repeat it again without your help. Next comes the third line, then the fourth, and so on until the end of the poem. It is by following this sequence that the child will learn the poem without putting much strain on the brain.
There is another way to study the poem. It is worth using if the first method does not help. Then it’s worth, as they say, to take it by storm, i.e. repeat lines repeatedly to the child until he can repeat them on his own. Pretend that you are reading for yourself, but the child should sit next to you. Repeat the poem at least three times, and then break it into lines and repeat them over and over again. In this matter, your personal attitude towards poetry is of no small importance. Therefore, be interested in this activity yourself and show your child that you like this activity. Always, whether you read one line or the entire poem, do it with expression, convey the mood of the poem. Do not reprimand the poem, but read it with the right intonation.
Studying poems helps develop the child’s memory, and the second method allows you to memorize several lines at a time.
To avoid difficult acquaintance with poetry in the future, accustom your child to them from birth. Periodically read him poems and riddles. poetic form, various children's nursery rhymes. If a mother accustoms her baby to rhymes from birth, the child’s memory will develop much better. Also, during this time, the child gets used to rhymes and in the future, if a situation arises, there will be no problems with studying poetry. The child will be happy to please his family by reading the next poem.
You can learn rhymes in a playful way. This will make it much more interesting for the child, and he won’t even notice how quickly he learns the poem. To do this, take a ball that you throw to the baby, saying a line of verse each time. After the baby repeats this line, he throws the ball back to you. Then you say the second line and so on until the end of the poem. Sometimes you can change the course of the game, and when the poem becomes clear to the baby, you can throw a ball for each word that the child repeats, throwing the ball back to you.
You can draw poems, presenting them in one picture, or make a book of sketches based on this poem. And you might end up cute))). A children's verse will also look very beautiful on mom, grandma, dad...
If you really want your child to love poetry and not be scared by rhymes, use them as often as possible in Everyday life. These could be lines from songs, words from cartoons, or you can come up with new ones yourself. Periodically use your rhymes when talking with your child. Then in the future, when the child is asked at school or kindergarten learn a verse, this will not be news for a child and it will not be difficult for you to learn these few lines.
Amazing girl Diana (6 years old) reads a wonderful poem
Poems about winter for the little ones: children from 1 to 4 years old. 34 poems by different authors for children's parties, activities, games with kids, winter walks.
Children's poems about winter. Part 1.
Poems about winter for the little ones (children 1-3 years old)
N. Sakonskaya. Where's my finger?
Masha put on her mitten:
- Oh, where am I going?
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house!
Mom took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search, you search and you will find.
Hello, little finger!
How are you?
In this poem, you can change the name to the name of the child - “Tanya put on the mitten” or “Nastya put on the mitten”, etc.
N. Pikuleva. Felt boots
Paty-paaaty-paaaaty - paaaaty,
The felt boots came out of the hut,
We walked around the yard,
They danced at the feast,
Lay down on the stove
Guard the pies!
I. Tokmakova. Bear
Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree there is snow, snow,
And under the tree there is snow, snow.And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Quiet, quiet... Don't make noise
With this poem you can play catch with a teddy bear. Saying the words from the poem, we go with the baby to the teddy bear. At the end of the poem-game, the awakened bear catches up with the child. The child runs away to the “house” (the house must be designated in advance - before the game).
You can also play blind man's buff. Then the task of the game is different. First, we read the poem together. Then you need to quietly walk past an adult who is holding a bear sleeping in a den on his lap. If the bear hears sounds, it wakes up and catches up with the baby. The kid runs away to the “house”.
O. Vysotskaya. Cold
Who meowed at the door?
- Open it quickly! —
It's very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.
V. Orlov. Why does a bear sleep in winter?
Bear, bear!
What happened to you?
Why do you sleep in winter?Because snow and ice -
Not raspberries and not honey!
V. Khorol. Bunny
Once upon a time there lived a bunny
Long ears.
The bunny got frostbitten
The nose is on the edge.
Frostbitten nose
Frostbitten ponytail
And went to warm up
Visit the kids.
It's warm and nice there,
There is no wolf.
And they give you carrots
For lunch.
T. Elchin. Winter song
Where are you, sun?
Indeed?
We are completely
They were numb.Without you
The water is frozen
Without you
The ground is frozen...Come out, sunshine,
Hurry!
Caress and warm!
Z. Alexandrova. Snowball
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In transparent 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.
I. Pivovarova. Hare
The hare lay down on a hillock,
I decided to take a nap for an hour.
While he was sleeping sweetly,
The first snow fell on the ground.
The gray hare woke up,
Wondering what's the matter?
I was gray, but I became white!
Who changed me?
Who changed the bunny's clothes? Why does the bunny change his fur coat? More about this - fairy tales, pictures, poems, educational tasks for children.
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 as if alive!
He has a tail and a head!
For the mustache
Don't delay -
They are made from straws!
Long, shiny,
Definitely real!
O. Vysotskaya. Sledging
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!
Z. Alexandrova. In small mittens
In small mittens
Palms hidden.
Help with felt boots
Should I put on my boots...The first snow fell at night.
We got dressed before everyone else.
I'm pushing a sled -
I want to go for a walk.
V. Lunin. Who gets hot in winter?
Feet are freezing
Hands are freezing
Fur coats are freezing,
Hats,
Trousers.
Outside
Such a cold -
Even ice
And he has a cold.
Only blizzards and blizzards
They sweated from diligence:
Blizzards and blizzards are blowing
Snow-white beds -
Lay out in the yard
Kids!
V. Orlov. Merry snow
Snow everywhere,
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere,
Laughter,
Laughter!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Laughter everywhere
And laughs!
From high
On the guys
Like fluff
Not snowflakes
They're flying,
And the funny ones!
S. Marshak. Snow is pouring and falling in armfuls
Snow is pouring and falling in armfuls
It's winter in the fields.
Covered up to the eyebrows with hats
In the courtyards of the house.At night the blizzard played tricks,
The snow was knocking on the glass,
And now - look how fun it is
And white-white!
O. Vysotskaya. Winter has come
The first quatrain from this poem is suitable for small children. The entire poem is for children of senior preschool and primary school age.
Winter has come with frosts,
With frosts, with snowstorms.
Snowdrifts under birch trees,
White and white under the spruce trees.On the elms outside the outskirts
A set of white beads.
And the air burns and stings,
And it smells like watermelon.An invigorating winter has come,
Ringing, crispy,
Co school tasks
And hot stoves.We love frosty days
Roller elastic ice,
Starry night sky
And a noisy New Year!Winter has come with firecrackers,
With candies, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.Winter with a cheerful mask
Comes to our houses.
magical, a good fairy tale
It feels like winter to us!
I. S. Nikitin. Fragment
The bitter frost is bitter,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
He closed the window.
V. Berestov. Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?
M. Sadovsky. Winter coat
It's going to snow
And it will stop
Unnoticed
He will melt.
Fur coat white winter
She tries it on for everyone herself.
Fur coat
White hare,
Fur coat
Forest and meadow
Fur coat
Lena and Nikola,
Fur coat
Oak tree in an open field,
Fur coat
Poplar and elm.
I have already<
I'm stuck in a snowdrift,
But everyone is like this
Fur coat,
What to wear all winter
Love!
Winter has come (folk song)
We pronounce the text with stretched vowels. On the last lines we “drop” the baby from our laps.
Winter has come
Harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
On the way - I've taken the path,
There is ice on the river,
Connected with the shore,
Chained to the ground.
The snow was frozen,
I sat the little kids on a sled,
I dashed off the mountain! Woohoo!
Like in the snow (folk song - nursery rhyme)
Like walking through snow through a blizzard
Three sleighs were flying.
And they make noise and thunder,
The bells are ringing.Grandfather is in the first sleigh,
In the other sled there is a grandmother,
In the third sled is Auntie.Our Katya ran out,
Met dear guests,
She opened the gate for them,
It led to a new hill.
Felt boots. Folk nursery rhyme.
Let's buy felt boots for my son,
Let's put it on the legs,
Let's go on the path.
Our son will walk
New felt boots to wear.
Our Masha (folk nursery rhyme)
Our Masha is small,
She's wearing a scarlet fur coat,
Beaver edge.
Masha is black-browed.
In the nursery rhyme, you need to replace the girl’s name with the child’s name - for example, “Our Tanya is little.”
Zimushka (folk cry)
You, winter girl, winter,
The winter was stormy
Everyone was drinking, everyone was chalking,
Primora was alive
Kalinushka with raspberries
Zalaaamlila!
Poems about winter for children 4 years and older
G. Lagzdyn. Freezing
The sun just touched the roof -
Santa Claus left the house,
Frost hurried to the river
With a white cloud in hand.
On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles,
Santa Claus throws ice cubes
And spinning on the ice floes,
It glides along the river, freezes,
The willows breathe gray hair,
Snow throws under the runners
With an icy mitten,
And then, grabbing with an armful,
Pours it on the porch,
Hitting the glass with a frozen cap,
Mischievously dusty in the face.
How about catching up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into the snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts there is a tower.
Winter itself lives there.
V. Berestov. Black ice
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?!
V. Stepanov. Stars are snowflakes
Winter evening
The stars are falling
Falling from the sky
The city is frosty.Stars are falling
To the house and paths,
Katya's melting
On a warm palm.Melting silently
Snowflake stars
And on the palm of your hand
They sparkle like tears.Katya from a walk
Will return home -
White fairy tale
She'll dream about it at night.
A. Fet “Mom, look from 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,
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!”
I. Surikov. Winter (fragment)
White snow, fluffy
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 with 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.
M. Lukashkina. First Snow Festival
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Look at the calendar -
You won't believe your eyes!
It’s not there... After all, the number
He chooses himself.And about the month to us
One can only guess.
Will it come in October?
Will it wait until December?But it is known, however,
Immutable law:
Not empty handed
He appears.Will give, as always,
Everyone! And in full measure.
Look around!
The day is no longer gray.A holiday, like a painter,
Snow-white paint
He splashed everyone in the window,
I delighted everyone with a fairy tale.Opened our eyes
Gave me hope for a miracle, -
And went nowhere
Coming out of nowhere.Amazing day!
It has both freshness and bliss...
The best holiday of all -
Celebration of the first snow!
A. Barto. Not alone
We didn't eat, we didn't drink,
They sculpted a snow woman.February snow, weak-weak,
Wrinkled under my hand,
But just right for a snow woman
We need one like this.It was hot for us to work
It's like there's no winter
It's like February was taken from March
Warm day on loan.Smiling as if alive
In the park, in silence,
The snow woman stood up
In a white coat.But it’s getting dark - what a shame! —
The light of dawn goes out,
The boys need to go home
Whatever you say!Suddenly Natalka frowned,
She's only five years old
He says: “I feel sorry for the woman.”
Why should she stand here? –The sound of the tram will soon subside
And the moon will rise,
There will be a snow woman
Alone under the moon?!We crowded around the woman,
We thought - what to do?
At least give her a friend
Need to get it.We didn't eat, we didn't drink,
They made a new woman.The sound of the tram will soon subside
And the moon will rise,
Our snow woman
There will be more than one.
Ya. Akim. First snow
In the morning the cat brought it on its paws
First snow!
First snow!
It has taste and smell,
First snow!
First snow!
He is spinning, light, new,
Over the guys' heads
He managed a down scarf
Spread on the pavement,
It whitens along the fences,
I took a nap on the lantern.
So soon, very soon
The sled will fly down the slides,
So it will be possible again
Build a fortress in the yard!
S. Kozlov. Winter
I'll draw today
Winter, such a snowy one.
Forest, road -
Everything is covered in snow.
Black raven on a haystack.And fences and gates,
Paths to the black hole...
Smoke from chimneys, houses in the snow -
Real winter!I'll wave my brush -
And from the sky
Suddenly flakes of snow begin to fall.The forest disappeared behind the snow.
The raven on the haystack disappeared.The road is no longer visible.
The haystacks are no longer visible...No fences, bullfinches,
The fields and forests were covered in snow,
It’s just snowing more and more,
Thicker, happier, more generous!
And you people, know (folk)
And you people know
Get your sleigh ready!
Welcome winter!
Magnify frost!
With deep snows!
Happy long evenings!
Continuation - poems for children aged 5 years and older can be found in the article
You will find more New Year's poems for children in the articles:
In our selection you can find short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old in an easy, interesting form that convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun.
Kids will be able to quickly memorize simple rhymes and recite them at matinees or family gatherings.
Short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Short poems about winter
Who meowed at the door?
Open it quickly!
It's very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.
(O. Vysotskaya)
Short poems about winter
Bear, bear!
What happened to you?
Why do you sleep in winter?
Because snow and ice -
Not raspberries and not honey!
Short poems about winter
Snow everywhere,
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere,
Laughter,
Laughter!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Laughter everywhere
And laughs!
From high
On the guys
Like fluff
Not snowflakes
They're flying,
And the funny ones!
Short poems about winter
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!
(V. Berestov)
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.
(S. Ostrovsky)
Short poems about winter for children
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.
(A. Bosev)
Short poems about winter for children
Oh, my darlings
Bullfinches, titmouses!
I made a feeder for you -
Help yourself, birds.
(I. Ageeva)
Short poems about winter for children
- Who are the snowflakes?
Did you make these?
To work
Who's responsible?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And grabbed me
By the nose!
(G. Novitskaya)
Short poems about winter for children
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!
(K. Bilic)
Short poems about winter for children
Children sledding in the snow
They rush down the hill like the wind.
Who is afraid of falling into the snow -
Let him not sit on the sled.
(Yu. Garey)
Short poems about winter for children
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 - from flour.
(P. Voronko)
Winter, winter, winter
Snow huts.
Brought us fun
Snowballs, rides.
(A. Maltseva)
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
We want to play in winter
Throw snowballs
Drive sleds down the mountain,
Smile a lot
(A. Maltseva)
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Winter Christmas trees
Dressed up in fur coats
From needle to needle
Covered with frost
(A. Maltseva)
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Hello, white winter,
Snow beauty.
Your gifts for us
I really, really like it.
(A. Maltseva)
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
We love winter for the snow,
Mittens and sleds,
For a hot pie
And bagels with tea
(A. Maltseva)
Parents try to surround their children with poetry from the first days of life. They sing lullabies to them, read nursery rhymes, fables and poems. And this allows you to train your memory, since rhyming lines are easy to remember and contributes to the development of an ear for music. And if poems are selected by category: seasons, events, holidays, then it will be easier for the child to get acquainted with the world around him. Here are collected poems about winter for children, which you can memorize with them and tell them at a children's party or family event.
Poems about winter for children 2-3 years old
Winter - fairy tale time
Winter is a fabulous time of year, which inspires poets of all times to create poems glorifying the beauty of frosty patterns on windows, the power of snowstorms and the airiness of snow-white snowdrifts.
Here you will find quatrains about winter for children 2-3 years old, with which you can begin their acquaintance with this time of year.
Ah, winter, winter, winter,
Russian beauty,
You drove us all crazy
We like winter!
I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Oh, you winter-winter,
Winter is my fierce one!
I am begging you,
Don't freeze me!
Why with the arrival of cold
Have the tracks become crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glass was installed in the windows.
Who made these snowflakes?
Who is responsible for the work?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And he grabbed me by the nose!
Oh, and Frost is pinching,
Old bully.
On Irishka's cheeks
Two poppies bloomed.
In our yard there is
Snowman with a broom
Watches the dark night
He is our home from the wolf.
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.
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!
***
Oleg doesn’t go for a walk,
Can't handle snow:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mumbles, “
Let the snow become warmer."
Snow, snow is spinning,
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.
The day has come. And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?
Frost is a magician! This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he is already without brushes, without paints
He painted all our windows overnight!
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Winter fun
Everyone knows that memorizing poems trains your memory and promotes quick memorization of information. When preparing for New Year's events, choose short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old. It will be easier to learn them, the process will take less time and will not tire the child.
Three people in a snowy clearing:
Me, winter and sled.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are going.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, winter and sled.
Snowfall, snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
I also looked under the awnings,
He rested in peace on the house,
And we realized: winter.
I cherish the snowball in my hands,
And I warm you with my breath.
Look my snowball
Turned into a stream!
Oh, don't stand in the way!
He is in a hurry to find spring!
The first snow rushed into the forest.
I asked for an overnight stay...
Scared in earnest,
The bunny started trying on a fur coat!
Without a needle, without a tailor
The new fur coat is ready!
There is a birch tree in a cape,
The fringe rings on the branches.
The lighter, the softer the snowflakes -
The colder the winter gets!
Lost at my sister's
Two fluffy mittens!
Tata complained to her mother:
- They galloped away like rabbits!
They galloped straight into the forest.
Even the trace of them disappeared!
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!
***
- Winter, winter, winter!
Where have you been?
- She carried the cold in the bag,
The snow was shaking on the ground,
My legs and arms were chilling,
She brought a cold into the house,
All the paths are covered
And I collected snowdrifts.
Light snowflakes flutter.
The pine trees across the river are turning grey.
The crow croaked from the vine:
“Zi-ma, winter is not far!”
But I myself know no worse,
I'm already getting ready for the skating rink.
Just in case in every puddle
I'm testing the strength of the ice.
Getting angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers the nose.
Both people and machines
There's no time for beauty now.
Both people and machines
Noses covered.
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.
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!
At night the wind howled like a wolf
And he hit the roof with a stick.
In the morning we looked out the window,
There's a magical movie:
Rolled out the white canvas
Sketched some bright stars
And hats for home
Winter has come.
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.
Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
Come on, buddy, be brave, buddy.
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And the lump will become a snowman.
His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will burn slightly -
Alas! - and there is no snowman.
Who's that over there on the hill?
You won’t even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
Doesn't look like Yegorka.
Eyebrows covered with snow,
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman stood up.
In the trees, in the alleys
The snow flies whiter than flour,
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hands
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
He makes everyone so happy.
At my sister's, at Marinka's,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Lo and behold, there are no snowflakes in sight!
Who took the snowflakes?
At my Marinka's?
Sat on my mitten
Light snowflake
And she fluffed herself up like a bird,
Ice back.
I froze quietly
So that it doesn't fly away.
Soon my mitten
It will become white and white.
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 pull your mustache -
They are made from straws!
Long, shiny,
Definitely real!
Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree there is snow, snow,
And under the tree there is snow, snow.
And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush hush. Keep quiet!
Through the trees silvery
The veil was thrown over -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lace beauty!
And the birch tree itself is sad
I couldn't find out on my own -
So skillfully decorated
Winter tree branches...
The whole skating rink is lit up,
The whole skating rink
How many legs are there on skates?
How many legs!
Everyone keeps saying: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
Things are not going my way!
Wow! Things are not going my way:
Bang! And onto the ice!
Better take off your skates
Clubfoot!
Snowflakes are flying,
Almost invisible
There are always so many of them in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
Fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught it with my hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal ice...
On a warm palm
A tear remains.
In the picture of winter
Everything is white from snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on it
In the middle of a cotton clearing
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.
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.
Cleanliness and freshness all around.
How nice it is in winter!
The air is clean and frosty,
And I don’t want to go home.
But it's freezing,
Climbs under the coat
No matter how good it is in winter,
But I’m hurrying home to the warmth.
The snow lies like sugar
Blue powder!
How our world works
Joyful and wise!
Here's an icicle hanging
In the shimmer of light,
And sister Ulka
Thinks: candy!
In the following poems, you can replace names with the child's name. This will make memorizing the verse more interesting and easier.
Sledding in winter
It’s winter, it’s white all around:
There's a lot of snow,
In the morning Vanya took the sled,
He ran along the path.
And in our garden there is a mountain,
Everyone has been riding since the morning.
Vanya shouted: “Watch out!” -
Rolled down the hill.
Masha put on her mitten:
- Oh, where am I going?!
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house.
Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search and search and you will find.
Hello, little finger! How are you?
Poems about winter for kindergarten
Not a single New Year's party in kindergarten is complete without poetry. And it is not at all necessary that they all be about Santa Claus, the Christmas tree and the New Year.
If the poems are longer than the child can remember, break them into several parts.
Winter means sliding downhill, playing in the snow and building a snowman
Winter has come
Silver,
Covered with white snow
The field is clean.
Daytime skating with children
Everything is rolling;
At night in the snowy lights
It's falling apart.
Writes a pattern in the windows
Ice-pin
And knocking on our yard
With a fresh Christmas tree.
Hello, winter-winter!
Everything was covered with white snow:
Both trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
This is what the hare typed:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them.
And the birds sing in flocks:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
Why, dear, does it snow in winter?
- Nature weaves a blanket out of it!
- Blanket, mom? Why is it?!
- Without it, the ground would become cold!
- And who, dear, should look for warmth in her?!
- For those who will have to spend the winter:
Little seeds, grains of bread,
Roots of blades of grass, cereals and flowers.
Where do they carry snow in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They give it to the guys
For the New Year in gifts,
They will receive full bags -
And everyone runs to play in the snow!
Snowballs don't reach
They melt in the hot sun,
And only puddles here and there...
Where do they carry snow in cars?
The month began to reckon with the sun,
Who should get up first?
One two three four five,
The wind came out to fly,
He sent out winged birds,
Clouds of gray and shaggy.
The firmament has become fuzzy,
It snows day and night,
And between the clouds, under the window,
The Moon with the Sun cries bitterly:
One two three four five,
Who will clear the clouds?
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.
Midnight snow, it's in no hurry,
He walks slowly.
But the snow knows that it doesn't matter
He will fall somewhere.
And the slower he walked,
The more careful you were
The softer I fell into the darkness
And he didn’t wake us up.
Today from a snowy wet ball
We made a snow woman near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass, no one will pass.
Adults and children admire her,
The wind blows her horned hair.
She is already familiar to all the children,
And Zhuchka keeps barking:
- A stranger is in the yard!
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In transparent 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.
The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn’t understand anything.
- Where do so many white flies come from?
Has it crowded into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?..
He opened his mouth - and grabbed the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
He chews and chews, but here’s the problem!
There is only water on the tongue.
The puppy was completely embarrassed
And he went back to the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, he was just small
And I saw snow for the first time...
We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We don't mind spinning around.
We are ballerina snowflakes
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out to be a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees
The roofs were covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And they saved us from the cold.
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing near the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
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.”
The city was covered with snow,
Frost hung like lace...
From porch to fence
Boris clears the snow.
And with a shovel in his hands
Next to him is Marinka.
The heat burns on the cheeks -
The path is getting longer and longer.
And my ears are not cold,
How the frost doesn't get angry
If only for kids
I want to work.
Reluctantly in the morning
Winter was busy -
Fallen leaves
I was sweeping in the garden.
Then off to work
Got it hot
And covered it with ice
Quiet stream.
After,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
Fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pine trees
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until spring.
It came to us
One letter
It was strange.
Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From pure ice,
But the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly to the snowstorm,
I'll dance and spin,
I'll cover the ground with snow,
And trees, and houses... -
And signed:
"WINTER".
Among our yard
The snowman stood yesterday.
We made it ourselves
He had a bushy mustache.
And today outside the window
Streams flowed all around.
At night the snowman disappeared.
Maybe he went into the forest?
We kindly ask you guys
If the snowman has a mustache
Meet you on the way
Help us find.
Go around all the yards -
There's no better mountain to be found.
Carefully! Beware!
The kids are rushing down
Standing, sitting, on my knees,
On cardboards and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh-ho-ho, look for yourself,
What a miracle this sleigh is:
The five of us barely sat down,
And they rushed with the wind!
In a straight line until the turn,
Someone was left behind...
We hit a snowdrift:
Whoever got there, turn sideways - bang!
***
Snowy grandfather near the house
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We began to run at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
Winter fun
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old are extraordinary works that are understandable and loved by everyone. Familiar lines of classics and poetry of modern authors performed by children will make any frosty evening warmer.
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 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!
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 -
New Year is coming!
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 the rain comes 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 different things:
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.
I'm skiing on white snow!
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 climbs 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!
