Spring is the most awaited time of the year. Winter has been going on for so long, and now, finally, the first rays of the gentle sun are awakening nature from its winter sleep.
Funny and playful poems about spring for children happily convey the spring mood of sunny days, murmuring streams and the approaching summer. Small children's poems in vivid images tell about spring natural phenomena. These are the first buds, the arrival of birds and, of course, green grass and yellow sun.
Spring
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
G. Novitskaya
Ding-ding-ding
“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Ding-la-la! In fact:
The end of winter has come!
V. Stepanov
Snowdrop
Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks at the sky - light, gentle
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
Ivan Emelyanov
Sparrow
Sparrow ruffled
Feathers-
Alive and healthy
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun
With every feather
Yours.
V. Orlov
Scattered winter
They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.
Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.
In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree.
Zakhoder B.
Buds swell in spring
In the spring the buds swelled,
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches:
How many green noses!
T. Dmitriev
If the snow is melting everywhere
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
E. Karganova
Spring
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
Victor Lunin
The sun whispers
The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock
Vladimir Orlov
Spring months
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is on the threshold.
The drops are ringing merrily -
April is already rushing towards us.
May is quickly catching up with them,
He greets everyone with flowers.
Full of light and joy
All three months of spring.
Elena Erato
March
It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.
V. Orlov
Spring singers
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is already on the threshold,
Sky blue river,
The ships in it are clouds,
The starlings sing together like this,
They are spring singers,
And everything blooms around -
Spring is walking across the earth.
Elena Erato
To mom
I'll plant a sprout in a pot,
I'll put it on the window.
Hurry, sprout,
Open the flower -
I really, really need him.
The winds will rush outside the window
With a snowy winter,
But it will be higher
Every day:
Grow my flower!
When according to the calendar
The time of spring will come,
Eighth of March
I'll give my mother my flower!
Vera Shugraeva
Gift for mom
I love my mother.
I'll give her a gift.
I made the gift myself
From paper with paints.
I'll give it to my mom
Hugging tenderly.
Olga Chusovitina
March
All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March I took
And turned black.
Turned black with frustration
What people
The sun is welcome!
Mikhail Sadovsky
In April
The first sunny day
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours,
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
V. Orlov
In the April forest
It's nice in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
G.Ladonshchikov
Martin
The Swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!
Boris Zakhoder
In the meadow
The forests in the distance are more visible,
Blue skies
More noticeable and blacker
There is a stripe on the arable land,
And children's sounds are louder
Voices above the meadow.
Spring is passing by
But where is she herself?
Chu, a clear voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, subtle
A wave gurgles in the stream...
A. Blok
Admire spring is coming
Look, spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan.
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams rustle through the ravines...
Soon you will have guests,
Look how many nests they will build!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dusk!
I. S. Nikitin
Victory Day
What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.
What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.
What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day?
This means no war.
A. A. Usachev
Spring color
Spring is just around the corner!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
The ice won't cover overnight
The sun drives winter away!
The kidneys swell with juice,
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They'll play! In the meantime
Colors of the sun by the river
Lights have appeared!
All! The frost is over!
Mimosas are blooming!
Vadim Kosovitsky
Today I have prepared for you a wonderful selection of poems about spring for kindergarten children.
The poems are funny and perky. 🙂 They wonderfully convey the spring mood.
Some poems are small, some are larger. So they can be learned with both kids and older children.
Spring G. Novitskaya
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
Ding-ding-ding V. Stepanov
“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Ding-la-la! In fact:
The end of winter has come!
Sparrow V. Orlov
The sparrow ruffled his feathers -
Alive, healthy and unharmed.
The March sun is catching
With each feather.
Scattered winter B. Zakhoder
They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.
Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.
In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree.
Buds swell in spring T. Dmitriev
In the spring the buds swelled,
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches:
How many green noses!
If the snow is melting everywhere E. Karganova
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
Spring V. Lunin
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches,
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
The sun whispers V. Orlov
The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For the green forelock.
Spring months E. Erato
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is on the threshold.
The drops are ringing merrily -
April is already rushing towards us.
May is quickly catching up with them,
He greets everyone with flowers.
Full of light and joy
All three months of spring.
Mart V. Orlov
Now it’s frost, now there are blue puddles,
Sometimes there is a snowstorm, sometimes there are sunny days.
There are snow spots on the hills
Hiding from the sun in the shade.
Above the ground is a goose chain,
On the ground - a stream woke up,
And the kidney shows winter
Mischievous, green tongue.
Spring singers E. Erato
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is already on the threshold,
Sky blue river,
The ships in it are clouds,
The starlings sing together like this,
They are spring singers,
And everything blooms around -
Spring is walking across the earth.
Martin B. Zakhoder
The Swallow flew away
Far away.
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!
Look, spring is coming I. S. Nikitin
Look, spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan.
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams rustle through the ravines...
Soon you will have guests,
Look how many nests they will build!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dusk!
Spring color V. Kosovitsky
Spring is just around the corner!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
The ice won't cover it overnight
The sun drives winter away!
The kidneys swell with juice,
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They'll play! In the meantime
Colors of the sun by the river
Lights have appeared!
All! The frost is over!
Mimosas are blooming!
Here you will find a selection of short poems about spring for the little ones, which you can learn with baby.
Funny pieces of ice
Under the very eaves,
Right above the window
Caught in icicles
Spring sun.
Sparkling, tears run down the icicles...
And the icicles melt - funny pieces of ice.
About spring
Drip and drip, and there’s no time for sleep,
Spring has come knocking on our door.
The stream rang playfully.
The hedgehog came out: “What a miracle!
Enough animals to miss us,
It's time to welcome spring!"
Spring
Another week will fly by
And March will ring in drops.
April will come with flowers for him,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves and parks nightingales
Concerts will begin again.
Spring came
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
Spring gives songs
Spring gives songs,
Gives out smiles
And to meet her from the bottom
The fish swim out.
Drip-drip
Drip-drip!
Tears are falling from the roof.
Drip-drip!
White snowflakes are melting.
Drip-drip!
The sun is jumping on the roof.
Drip-drip!
And winter sits and cries.
Drip-drip!
Two starlings
Two starlings were flying
They sat on a birch tree,
They sat down and sang, -
How they flew, how they rushed
From the shores of overseas
To my native land, dear
To the little white birch tree!
Spring came
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
Spring is coming to us
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts melt under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
You can see very warm feet in spring.
Martin
The swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, swallow!
It's April.
Come back, swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, swallow,
Spring is coming!
Poems about spring for children older
Other educational and entertaining poems for children
Poems about spring for children: 37 poems for children of different ages, video for children, word drawing based on poems about spring.
Poems about spring for children
In this article you will find a selection of poems about spring for children in sections:
- for the little ones (2-4 years),
- for children 4-5 years old,
- for older preschoolers and younger schoolchildren (poems about spring for children over 5 years old).
The article also contains a video with poetry and classical music, pictures and assignments. I wish you a fascinating journey into the world of poetry with your children!
And I want to start the article with a short video lesson for preschoolers on the topic “Poems about Spring” from my favorite Orthodox TV channel for children, “My Joy.” Together with the cheerful little animals from the magical Shishkin Forest, children will listen to F. Tyutchev’s poems about spring, “It’s not for nothing that Winter is angry.”
Poems about spring for children: for the little ones (2-4 years)
V. Berestov. sparrows
What are the sparrows singing about?
On the last day of winter
We survived!
We survived!
We are alive!
We are alive!
I. Tokmakova. Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
Apparently very warm
Spring has legs.
E. Moshkovskaya. The finch has warmed up
Finch: - Ping! Ping! Ping!
Take off your fur coat! Throw it off! Throw it off! —
The finch began to sing -
The finch has warmed up!
A. Barto. Sparrow
Sparrow in a puddle
Jumps and spins.
He ruffled his feathers,
The tail fluffed up.
Good weather!
Chiv-chiv-chil!
Poems about spring for children: 4-5 years old
M. Karim. Come on over!
Dear little starling,
Finally arrive!
I built a house for you -
Not a birdhouse, but a palace!
S. Drozhzhin. Martin
Martin
Blue-winged
Below my window
Made a nest -
And sings to himself
Poured,
Red spring
Glorifying
And from Zoryushka
Until the evening
I would listen to her
I haven't heard enough
About my life
Without the warmth of the nest
A stranger to the side
Remembering.
A. Barto. The starlings have arrived
A tall maple awaits guests -
The house on the branch is fortified.The roof is painted,
There is a porch for singers...
You can hear the chirping in the blue sky
A family of starlings is flying towards us.We got up early today
We were waiting for the birds yesterday.
Security guards walk around the yard,
Chases cats out of the yard.We wave our hands to the starlings,
Let's drum and sing:
- Live in our house!
You will feel good in it!The birds began to approach,
We flew to the yard,
We couldn't resist
They shouted in unison: “Hurray!”Amazing thing:
The whole family flew away!
A. Maikov. Martin
The swallow came rushing
Because of the White Sea,
She sat down and sang:
“How, February, don’t be angry,
How are you, March, don’t frown,
Be it snow or rain -
Everything smells like spring!”
G. Sapgir. Gifts of spring
What, Spring, have you brought?
And spring answered:
— Brought
I tell you guys
Watering cans, rakes
And shoulder blades
The first snowdrops
Yellow birdhouses.
I brought you rooks,
And starlings and finches.
And carries any stream
A whole fleet of boats.
And I also brought
Lots of light and warmth
Jumping and tag,
New counting rhymes.
All the guys were surprised:
Sticky buds in the forest,
Grass at the edge
And on Masha’s nose
First freckles.
T. Coty. Two bouquets
It is very good to compare two still lifes with your child - spring and autumn - and find the difference. And then read this poem:
First flowers of spring
More beautiful than snowy whiteness.
Reflect the color of heaven,
Mother-of-pearl, wonderful.
In this color are the clouds,
Turquoise River,
Pinkish, gentle light -
A bouquet of snowdrops!There is an autumn bouquet on the table,
It doesn't look like spring.
Autumn colors are different
Like the sun, golden,
Red, crimson,
Like the dawn, ruddy.
V. Lunin. Spring
Before reading the poem, ask your child to draw a spring picture with words. What would he depict on it if he were an artist? What if we imagine that spring is an artist? What will she draw? After verbal drawing, read to your child a poem by V. Lunin about spring - the artist.
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches,
There are chains of rooks in the fields,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
E. Blaginina. Crane
The crane has arrived
To old places:
Ant grass
Thick-thick!
Willow tree over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water is in the creek
Clean, clean!
And the dawn is over the willow tree
Clear, clear!
Fun for the crane:
Spring is spring!
I. Belousov. Spring guest
Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought it with me..."
G. Ladonshchikov. Spring song
The drops haven't sung yet,
The stream rang on the pavement,
When flying from warm countries
Starlings are happy to go home.More Alyonka and Alyosha
They squinted from the sun in their sleep,
When the starling is over their window
Suddenly he started singing a song about spring.He praised the clear day of April,
My dear birdhouse
Yes, he poured out trills so skillfully,
What a nightingale cannot do.Quietly opening the window,
The guys listen to the starling.
The cat also listened to the singer,
Sitting with a kitten on the porch.
G. Ladonshchikov. The chicks are returning
From the midday rays
A stream ran down the mountain,
And the snowdrop is small
I grew up on a thawed patch.
The starlings are returning -
Workers and singers
Sparrows near a puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
We started making nests:
They carry it, they carry it to the houses
Birds on a straw.
R. Sef. Facing spring
Slowly the snow melted away,
Blackened
And melted away
To everyone in the world
Fine:
In the grove - flocks of birds,
On the trees -
Petals,
Sticky
And smelly
In blue
Sky -
To the clouds,
Light
And volatile.
The best
In the world to me:
Along a damp path
I am running
Face the spring
After getting wet
Boots.
Poetry about spring for children: 5-7 years and older
Spring news. O. Belyaevskaya
-Have you heard?
They rang
Drops,
That there will be no more gray snowstorms
Circling over the field?- We heard, we heard! –
The streams answered
And they ran from the mountains
Wake up the valleys.-Have you heard?
Plains,
Valleys,
That a crane caravan is flying from the south,
Why can you already hear the cries of rooks in the grove?- We heard, we heard
We are hubbub
Grachiny
Yesterday over the top of the old rowan tree
In the glow of the sunset rays.On the news of spring
Sensitive
Ears
Under the melting snow the foliage perked up,
On the first thawed patch of snowy hill
The dream grass rose in silver color.
G. Ladonshchikov. In the April forest
It's nice in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
A. Pleshcheev. Country song
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...
G. Derzhavin. Nightingale
On a hill, through a green grove,
At the shine of a bright stream,
Under the roof of a quiet May night
In the distance I hear a nightingale.
In the light, fragrant winds
Now it whistles, now it rings,
Then we drown out the noise of water,
With a sweet sigh he languishes...
A. Fet. Spring rain
It's still light in front of the window,
The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds,
And the sparrow with its wing,
Swimming in the sand, it trembles.And from heaven to earth,
The curtain moves, swinging,
And as if in gold dust
Behind it stands the edge of the forest.Two drops splashed onto the glass,
The linden trees smell of fragrant honey,
And something came to the garden,
Drumming on fresh leaves.
Listen to an artistic reading of this poem:
S. Drozhzhin. Everything turned green
Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.
V. Zhukovsky. Lark
In the sun the dark forest glowed,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing.
He is vociferous from above
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
Spring has come to us young,
I'm here singing the coming of spring.
It’s so easy for me here, so welcoming,
So limitless, so airy;
I see God's whole world here.
And my song praises God!
Verbal drawing with children based on this poem:
In the 19th century - early 20th century, when children heard the singing of larks, teachers asked them to tell them in their native speech what the lark sees from above, imagine what he sings about, imagine the mood in which the poet wrote the poem. The technique of “verbal drawing” was very actively used.
This is a very subtle work with words, and I want to quote how children spoke and wrote then!
Teachers of the early 20th century had a very keen sense of the nature of the child. They emphasized that discussion of a poem with children should not be reduced to its retelling, and even more so to grammatical exercises on sentences from the poem. The emphasis should be on the emotional artistic image and how the child experiences it.
Let's move back to the beginning of the 20th century and hear what teachers say to us - teachers and parents of the beginning of the 21st century:
From the book by E.I. Tikheeva “Native speech and ways to its development” of the early 20th century (I quote from the 1923 edition) - from the archives:
“Poems provide special services in the so-called oral drawing... The goal... is the following: to evoke in children in one way or another a certain, as vivid as possible, visual image and force them to depict this image, to draw it in words...
Suppose the children have been read Zhukovsky’s poem “Lark”:“The dark forest glowed in the sun”... They are asked to concentrate and imagine the picture of nature that could inspire Zhukovsky to write this poem. In this case, the peculiarities of the imagination of one or another child, the predominance of reproductive or creative imagination in him, usually clearly appear. One sketches in words or on paper only those details of the picture that are noted by the author, without adding anything of his own. Another embroiders on this canvas with his own creative imagination, bringing in many new details he created. Any freedom of imagination that does not contradict reality, logic and common sense is completely acceptable.
Works completed by children (my note – primary school children):
1) (Predominance of reproductive imagination):
“Big field. The forest darkens in the distance. It is illuminated by the rays of the rising sun, and therefore appears red. On one side of the field, below, a strip of fog is visible. The sky is clear, blue, and a moving black dot is visible in it: this is a flying lark; his wings sparkle in the sun.”
2) (Creative imagination):
“I went out into the field at dawn. It was a luxurious morning. The sun rose and flooded the forest with its crimson rays, which could be seen in the distance, beyond the field, the distant village and the road, winding between the green fields and getting lost in the distance. To the right, in the hollow, the fog obscured the distance and rose in clouds to the sky, which was soft blue with a pink tint. Cirrus clouds, colored dark pink, floated across the sky. I began to look at the sky and noticed against its background some point that changed place and sparkled like a braid in the sun. I guessed it was a lark. This was confirmed by the wondrous song that flowed from above.”
Both are completely independent works, created only on occasion, under the impression of a famous poem. The first represents a photographically accurate verbal reproduction of the visual image evoked by Zhukovsky. The second expands and complements this image, introducing the personal, active beginning of its author. Children who have at least some knowledge of a pencil or paints can be asked to illustrate their work with a corresponding picture.”
Pay attention to the writings of children of the early 20th century. How many modern children, who are intensively “developed” from the cradle, can write such an essay at the age of 6-8? How many people can fantasize like that? And this is not a natural given, but a consequence of the fact that in each age period there is something important in development. And in preschool age, this is not the development of reading or the ability to count, but the development of imaginative thinking, play, creative imagination, and the ability to interact with people.
And one more thing - an adult reads a poem not because “it is necessary to develop a child,” but because he himself is interested in it, the adult himself also tries to see, imagine and feel this picture and the mood of the poet. This point is also very important and is often violated now when we try to “shove linguistic terms into a child” instead of revealing to him the Human World and Human Culture.
A. Blok. Crow
Here is a crow on a sloping roof
So it has remained shaggy since winter...And there are spring bells in the air,
Even the crow’s spirit took over...Suddenly she jumped to the side with a stupid leap,
She looks down at the ground sideways:What is white under the tender grass?
There they turn yellow under the gray benchLast year's wet shavings...
The crow has all these toys,And the crow is so happy,
It’s spring, and it’s easy to breathe!..
A. Pleshcheev. The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing...
The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing,
There was a breath of spring through the window...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in leaves!
Pure heavenly azure,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
It's gone for a long time again.
And my heart is so strong in my chest
He knocks as if he's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took away your worries!
All faces look cheerful.
“Spring!” - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy about her,
Whose life is only toil and sorrow.
But the playful children have loud laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!
A. Fet. The willow is all fragrant
The willow is all fluffy
Spread out all around;
It's fragrant spring again
She blew her wing.The clouds are rushing around the village,
Warmly illuminated
And they ask for your soul again
Captivating dreams.Diverse everywhere
The gaze is occupied by the picture,
The idle crowd makes noise
People are happy about something...Some secret thirst
The dream is inflamed -
And over every soul
Spring is flying by.
A. Maikov. Go away, gray winter!
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
F. Tyutchev. No wonder winter is angry
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.And everything started to fuss,
Everything forces Winter to get out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed my face in the snow
And she only became blusher,
Against the enemy.
Video on the poem:
F. Tyutchev. Spring thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.Young peals thunder,
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the din of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder.You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
F. Tyutchev. Spring waters
The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run, and shine, and shout...They say all over:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!Spring is coming, spring is coming,
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
The crowd is cheerfully following her!..”
Listen with your children to the wonderful music of S. Rachmaninov, which is in tune with this poem.
E. Baratynsky. Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
Its azuria alive
He blinds my eyes.Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!The forests are still bare,
But in the grove there is a decaying leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful hymn to spring.What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul?
With a stream she is a stream
And with a bird, a bird! It's murmuring with him,
Flying in the sky with her!Why does she make her so happy?
And sun and spring!
Does she rejoice, like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?What needs! happy is whoever is on it
Oblivion of thought drinks,
Who is far from her
He, marvelous, will take it away!
A. Tolstoy. Cranes
Hurrying across the blue expanses of heaven,
Where the eye can barely see us,
We fly to familiar places and shout,
A long chain winding from afar.
We see from above the joyful holiday of the earth,
Our road ends here
And we spin around, cranes, cranes,
We praise the shouts of the Lord God!
A. Maikov. Spring
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
A. Pushkin. Driven by spring rays...
Driven by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped through muddy streams
To the flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream he greets the morning of the year;
The skies are shining blue.
Still transparent, forests
It's like they're turning green.
Bee for field tribute
Flies from a wax cell.
The valleys are dry and colorful;
The herds rustle and the nightingale
Already singing in the silence of the night.
Watch a wonderful video on this poem
I. Bunin. Hollow water is raging...
The hollow water is raging,
The noise is both dull and drawn out.
Migratory herds of rooks
They shout both fun and important.The black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the heated air
Thick white vapors
Filled with warmth and light.And at noon there are puddles under the window
So they spill and shine,
What a bright sunspot
The “bunnies” are fluttering around the hall.Between round loose clouds
Innocently the sky turns blue,
And the gentle sun warms
In the calm of the barn and courtyards.Spring, spring! And she's happy about everything.
It’s like you’re standing in oblivion
And you hear the fresh smell of the garden
And the warm smell of melted roofs.All around the water gurgles and sparkles,
Sometimes roosters crow,
And the wind, soft and damp,
He quietly closes his eyes.
N. Nekrasov. Grandfather Mazai and the hares.
Cartoon for children based on the most famous poem for children by N. Nekrasov “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares”
I hope that poems about spring for children allowed you to look at the amazing events that are now happening in nature with completely different eyes.
And in conclusion - a wonderful television program for preschool children about S. Yesenin’s poem “Cherry Bird” (the series of programs “Shishkin Forest” of the Orthodox children’s television channel “My Joy”).
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Spring
G. Novitskaya
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
***
A. Fet
Warm in the sun. Spring
Takes his rights.
In some places the depth of the river is clear,
Grass is visible at the bottom.
Angry snow
M. Sadovsky
All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March
He took it and turned black.
Spring came
T. Dmitriev
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
in spring
N. Goncharov
On the trees -
Look, -
Where the buds were
Like green lights
The leaves flashed.
Ding-la-la
V. Stepanov
"Ding-ding-ding" -
The drops are singing.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Ding-la-la!
In fact
Arrived
Winter is over!
sparrows
V. Berestov
What are the sparrows singing about?
On the last day of winter?
- We survived!
- We made it!
-We are alive! We are alive! 
Snowdrop
Ivan Emelyanov
Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks at the sky - light, gentle
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
***
K. Balmont
The buds have blossomed on the willow tree,
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer the enemy.
The grass has sprouted on every hillock,
The ravine became dark. Martin
A. Maikov
The swallow came rushing
Because of the blue sea,
She sat down and sang:
"No matter how angry February is,
How are you, March, don’t frown,
Be it snow or rain -
Everything smells like spring!"
About spring
Lana Lukanova
Drip and drip, and there’s no time for sleep,
Spring has come knocking on our door.
The stream rang playfully.
The hedgehog came out: “What a miracle!
Enough animals to miss us,
It's time to welcome spring!"
Spring is coming to us
I. Tokmakova
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts melt under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
You can see very warm feet in spring.
Funny pieces of ice
I. Demyanov
Under the very eaves,
Right above the window
Caught in icicles
Spring sun.
Sparkling, tears run down the icicles...
And the icicles melt - funny pieces of ice.
Spring
V. Kudlachev
Another week will fly by
And March will ring in drops.
April will come with flowers for him,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves and parks nightingales
Concerts will begin again.
The arrival of spring
Zhukovsky Vasily
The greenery of the fields, the babbling of the groves,
There is a thrill in the sky of the lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what should I add?
How else can I glorify you?
Life of the soul, spring is coming?
Spring
I. Muraveiko
Two starlings were flying
They sat on a birch tree,
They sat down and sang, -
How they flew, how they rushed
From the shores of overseas
To my native land, dear
To the little white birch tree!
***
E. Karganova
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the sun shines brighter,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the wind gets warmer,
This means spring has come to us.
Martin
Zakhoder Boris
The swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming! 
The crane has arrived
Elena Blaginina
The crane has arrived
To old places:
Ant grass
Thick - thick!
And the dawn is over the willow tree,
Clear - clear!
Fun for the crane:
In spring - spring!
***
K. Ldov
Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought it with me..."
Spring
Emma Moshkovskaya
Spring hurried to the river,
To slide on the skating rink.
Stepped onto solid ice floes -
The river depths opened up.
Spring hastened to the clearing,
Pick up snow in your palms,
Fluff, tender snowflakes -
And the snowdrop opened.
***
Sergey Gorodetsky
Hello, first grass of spring!
How did you blossom? Are you happy about the warmth?
I know you have fun and crowd there,
They work together in every corner.
Put out a leaf or a blue flower
Every young stub is in a hurry
Earlier than the willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
Spring came
Natalie Samoniy
The willows are crying with happiness,
Dropping tears on the ground:
Spring has come, welcome!
And a birch twig
She knocks on the windows:
Winter is over!
And with a kidney, like a palm,
It wakes everyone up from their sleep.
Spring
Victor Lunin
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
Hello Spring
Hello Spring!
Spring flower in the new grass
A gentle eye squints.
A goldfinch sat on a maple tree
A green branch.
Love the yellow-breasted bird:
The heights are in clear brilliance,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere, -
Hello, dear spring!
Spring
Apollo Maykov
Blue, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And next to it is a drafty one,
The last snowball...
Last tears
About the grief of the past
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
Paper icebreaker
P. Sinyavsky
Fat snowmen
Lost weight from boredom.
Melting
Right before your eyes
They lament:
- Oh! Oh!
And they are sad to tears,
That winter is ending.
And spring is no longer waiting,
And the boys are building a fleet, -
On a paper icebreaker
The sunny bunny is swimming!
***
Yu. Polyakov
From the trees - drop!
From the eaves - drip!..
Goodbye cold!
From balconies, from roofs -
Drip-drip! Drip-drip!
Water! Water! Water!
Drip-drip! Drip-drip! -
From all sides
The melody is heard.
A drop of chime sounds:
- Drip-drip! - Spring! - Spring!
PAPER ICEBREAKER
P. Sinyavsky
Fat snowmen
Lost weight from boredom.
Melting right before our eyes
They lament: - Oh! Oh!
And they are sad to tears,
That winter is ending.
And spring is no longer waiting,
And the boys are building a fleet, -
On a paper icebreaker
The sunny bunny is swimming!
Average
Spring clock
T. Dmitriev
Bales-bales, bales-so -
A cheerful ringing can be heard.
This is a spring watch
Started it under the roof.
Bales-bales, bales-so -
The count is kept by the drops.
To the nesting sites just in time
The geese have arrived.
And the streams make noise for me
On the spring stitch:
- Come out, baby, for a walk!
Put on your boots!
***
A. Fet
O first lily of the valley! From under the snow
You ask for the sun's rays;
What virginal bliss
In your fragrant purity!
How bright is the first ray of spring!
What dreams descend in it!
How captivating you are, gift
Happy spring!
So the maiden sighs for the first time -
About what - it is unclear to her -
And a timid sigh smells fragrant
The abundance of young life.
Spring
F. N. Glinka
They have already begun to eat fragrant things,
And the air smells of resin;
The meadows have already turned green,
And the moss curls over the rock.
The blue bays are divided,
And the boats go along the river;
The fields have already started to sprout,
And you can hear a herd in the distance...
And the air is full of silence,
And how sweet it is for them to breathe!
So the heart with unearthly life
Inhales the grace of heaven.
In the April forest
G.Ladonshchikov
It's nice in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
In the meadow
A. Blok
The forests in the distance are more visible,
Blue skies
More noticeable and blacker
There is a stripe on the arable land,
Colors of spring
B. Asanalisa
Again there is no rest for the streams -
Day and night they murmur in the bushes.
The golden sun is walking
In pure, pure skies.
Sheds rays on the forest and meadow
And for all the flowers around:
Pink, blue,
Blue, red,
As one - beautiful,
Although very different. ***
V. Danko
The leaves woke up
Got out of the kidneys
The first leaves
Enjoy the sun
They won’t understand from sleep:
- Is this really...
Is it really summer?
- No, it's not summer yet,
But it’s already spring! Spring Helpers
G. Ladonshchikov
Lenya and Petya,
Taking shovels,
Spring came to help.
Guys breaking the ice
And they scatter snow.
Looked at them reproachfully
Snowman from under a bucket:
- I'll have to soon
Get out of the yard!
Scattered winter
B. Zakhoder
They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.
Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.
In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree.
SPRING RAIN
Natalia Antonova
Spring rain,
Mischievous,
Our barefoot friend
Jumps along
Without a road
And he calls:
"Behind me! Behind me!"
And they run in a crowd
Boys...
Jokes, songs, laughter! -
Who runs the fastest?
Spring rain,
Naughty girl.
In early spring
A Prokofiev
Goo-goo pigeons
We sat down near the ice hole.
Cooed:
- Gul-gul...
The river sang:
- Bul-bul...
The snow melted in the meadows, in the fields,
Doves of the night,
On coastal poplars
The buds are swollen
At the spring ice hole
Doves doves. Salute to spring
Z. Alexandrova
Thunder struck twelve times
And he stood aside.
Nature gave the order
Salute to spring.
The order is for the bird cherry to bloom,
Nettles should not be evil,
Sweep the paths for the rain
Silver broom.
So that every bush is melodious,
All the birds should sing louder,
And the sun comes out from behind the clouds
And it's more fun to heat!
Spring waters
F. Tyutchev
The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run and shine and shout...
They say all over:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!"
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy light round dance
The crowd cheerfully follows her.
After the flood
I. Bunin
It's raining, April is getting warmer,
It's foggy all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely chilling
And turns blue with a soft haze
In distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest quietly slumbers,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
Even fresher than the pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
Day and night
P. Solovyova
The night in winter is like a black cat,
The day is like a gray mouse,
But spring, spring is coming,
Bright, loud drips from the roofs.
I can't hold back the frost
The noisy joy of streams,
The birds began to fly,
The chirping of sparrows is louder.
Darkness and silence disappear
And now it's the other way around:
The night is like a gray mouse,
Day is a big, shiny cat. Bird cherry
S. Yesenin
Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
And satin tassels
Under the pearls of dew
They burn like clear earrings
The girl has beauty.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass between the stones,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream. 
Freckles
V. Orlov
Spring passed
Along the edge
Through the spring
Blue dreams
And they glowed quietly
Freckles
On the girl's face
Spring.
A girl was walking
In a green skirt,
Ringing with blue dew.
And, jealous
Red-haired girl
Unnoticed
The earth sighed.
And for good reason
On this spring morning
Where the light legs are
Gone
Dandelions bloomed
As if
Golden freckles
Earth. The hollow water is raging
I.A. Bunin
The hollow water is raging,
The noise is both dull and drawn out.
Migratory herds of rooks
They shout both fun and important.
Black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the heated air...
Thick white vapors
Filled with warmth and light.
And at noon there are puddles under the window
So they spill and shine...
What bright sunny warmth
Bunnies flutter around the hall. The birch forest is getting darker and curlier...
I.A. Bunin
The birch forest turns greener and darker and curlier;
The bells of lilies of the valley are blooming in the green thicket;
At dawn the valleys are filled with warmth and bird cherry,
Nightingales sing until dawn.
Soon Trinity Day, soon songs, wreaths and mowing...
Everything is blooming and singing, young hopes are melting...
Oh spring dawns and warm May dews!
O my distant youth!
The grass is turning green
Alexey Pleshcheev
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...
***
A. Pushkin
Driven by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped through muddy streams
To the flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream the year greets the morning;
The skies are blue and shining.
Still transparent, forests
It's like they're turning green...
April! April!
Samuel Marshak
April! April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads.
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through thick dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
Large
Spring
K. Kubilinskas
Spring has arrived in the snow,
On a damp carpet,
Scattered snowdrops
I sowed grass.
Badger families due
I picked it up from my holes,
Birch sap
I gave it to the guys.
I looked into the den:
- Well, get up, bear! –
She breathed on the branches -
It's time to go green!
Now spring is beautiful
Calling from all over
Geese, swifts and storks,
Cuckoos and starlings.
***
Mikhail Plyatskovsky
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky there is a warm sun,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All the buds are opening,
Winter has gone with the cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Having left the southern countries,
The friendly birds have returned.
On every branch there are squirrels
They sit and clean their feathers.
The time of spring has come,
It's time to bloom.
And that means the mood
It's spring for everyone!
Spring is coming
Agniya Barto
It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
it was flowing through the yard.
It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.
I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.
Passers-by say:
-Here comes spring!-
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.
I'm waiting
M. P. Chekhov
I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere,
And the overgrown shore will be announced
The discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilacs bloom,
A fragrant lily of the valley will appear,
And cool down a hot day
An unexpected, blessed thunderstorm.
I'm waiting for the pipes in the fields
Suddenly he starts singing unpretentiously,
And she loves the gloomy corncrake
He will respond with a fearful twitch.
I'm waiting, but the snow is falling heavier,
Severe frosts are crackling...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
Spring color
V. Kosovitsky
Spring is just around the corner!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
The ice won't cover overnight
The sun drives winter away!
The kidneys swell with juice,
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They'll play! In the meantime
Colors of the sun by the river
Lights have appeared!
All! The frost is over!
Mimosas are blooming!
Spring came
E. Stewart
Spring has come, with icicles
Decorating cornices.
The streams are gurgling fervently,
Washing away the snowdrifts.
Forgetting the former frosts,
Unable to fall to the side
Tear-stained snowy
The melted woman.
Winter is completely unwell -
It's time for her to get ready...
And the sun in every puddle
Ready for a swim!
And between the wet snows
Having broken through my windows,
Brave snowdrops
They're already on their feet!
Spring thunderstorm
F.I. Tyutchev
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.
Young peals thunder,
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder.
You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground. The last snow in the field is melting...
A.K. Tolstoy
The last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth,
And the blue jug blooms,
And the cranes call each other.
Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;
In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so brightly;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is my heart heavy?
It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know
And I understand your sadness:
You should fly back to your native land
And you don’t feel sorry for the earthly spring... Spring
A.N. Pleshcheev
Again the smell of spring came through my window,
And you can breathe more comfortably and freely...
The oppressive melancholy has fallen asleep in my chest,
A swarm of bright thoughts is replacing her.
The snow has melted... Ice shackles
They are not burdened by the sparkling wave...
And the distant, dumb ones await the plow
The fields of my native side.
Oh, how could I get out of these stuffy rooms
I wanted to go there quickly - to the open space,
Where there are no crackling and soulless phrases,
Where the venal choir does not thunder.
To the fields! to the fields! familiar nature
It attracts you with its bashful beauty...
To the fields! there is the song of the resurrected people
Sounds free and powerful.
Winter gives way to spring
Spiridon Drozhzhin
The winter days are over
The nights have become short;
The sun is clearer from the sky
The golden ray spills out,
Moist heat blows
The wind from the wide fields.
Quickly, one after another
The clouds are rushing in a crowd,
They glide through with a light haze.
Jackdaws, crows in herds
They will sit on the roof in rows,
They croak and fly on.
The willow bent over the tine,
All blossomed, fluffed up,
It sparkles like pearls.
Here and there the hummocks melted
And the kidneys turned red
With a sweetly dormant leaf.
Giants
Spring
Elena Blagina
The stoves are still burning in the houses
And the sun rises late
Also along our river
They walk calmly across the ice;
More to the barn for firewood
You won't get through directly
And in the garden under the trees
A snowman is dozing with a broom;
We are all dressed warmly -
In sweatshirts, in cotton pants...
Still, signs of spring
In everything, in everything they are already visible.
And in the way the roofs became warmer
And like the sun in full view
The drops, falling, began to sing,
They began to bustle about as if in delirium.
And suddenly the road became wet,
And my felt boots are full of water...
And the wind is gentle and lingering
It blew from the south side.
And the sparrows scream to each other
About the sun, about its beauty.
And all the cheerful freckles
We sat on one nose...
Spring
F. Tyutchev
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.
And everything started to fuss,
Everything is forcing winter out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...
The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blusher
Against the enemy. 
Spring, spring!..
E.A. Baratynsky
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
Its azuria alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!
The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!
The trees are still bare,
But in the grove there is a decaying leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.
Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful hymn to spring.
What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul?
With a stream she is a stream
And with a bird, a bird! murmuring with him,
Flying in the sky with her!
Why does she make her so happy?
And sun and spring!
Does she rejoice, like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?
What needs! happy is whoever is on it
Oblivion of thought drinks,
Who is far from her
He, marvelous, will take it away!
Spring (The snow is already melting...)
A.N. Pleshcheev
The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing,
There was a breath of spring through the window...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in leaves!
Pure heavenly azure,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
It's gone for a long time again.
And my heart is so strong in my chest
He knocks as if he's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took away your worries!
All faces look cheerful.
“Spring!” - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy about her,
Whose life is only toil and sorrow.
But the playful children have loud laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!
Snowdrop
3. Alexandrova
At the snow-covered hummocks,
Under a white snow cap,
We found a little blue flower,
Half frozen, barely alive.
It must have been hot
It's sunny this morning.
And he thought it was time
And he got out... But everything was quiet all around,
There are no neighbors, he is the first here.
The hare saw him.
She smelled it and wanted to eat it.
Then she probably regretted it:
You're too thin, my friend!
And suddenly a fluffy, white
Cold March snow.
He fell and skidded...
It's winter again, not spring,
And from a flower on a long stem
Only the cap is visible.
And he, blue from the cold.
Bowing my weak head,
Said: “I will die, but I will not regret:
After all, spring began with me!”
***
Apollo Maykov
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!
Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!
What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..
May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
Spring
Yunna Moritz
Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is this gentle ringing?
This is a snowdrop forest
Smiles through sleep!
Whose fluffy ray is this?
It tickles so much from behind the clouds,
Forcing the kids
Smile from ear to ear?
Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness is this?
Makes you smile
A hare, a chicken, a cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!
And the poodle has a smile!
And there is a fish in the aquarium
Smiled from the water
Smiling bird!
So it turns out
What doesn't fit
On one page
An immense smile, -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's how wide it is!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around the city!
Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Vesna Mayevna Chereshnikova!
***
A. K. Tolstoy
My bells
Steppe flowers!
Why are you looking at me?
Dark blue?
And what are you calling about?
On a merry day in May,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head?
The horse carries me like an arrow
On an open field;
He tramples you under him,
Strikes with his hoof.
My bells
Steppe flowers!
Don't curse me
Dark blue!
I would be glad not to trample you,
Glad to rush past
But the bridle cannot hold
Running indomitable!
I'm flying, I'm flying like an arrow,
I just kick up dust;
The horse carries me dashingly, -
And where to? Don't know!
***
Ivan Bunin
Across the river the meadows turned green,
The light freshness of water emanates;
More merriment rang through the groves
Bird songs in different modes.
The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of young Lozina...
Oh, spring! How the heart asks for happiness!
How sweet is my sadness in the spring!
Gently the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden...
I don’t understand what opens the soul
And where am I slowly wandering!
I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me... And does it matter?
I'm waiting for happiness, suffering and yearning,
But I don’t believe in happiness for a long time!
I'm sad that I'm wasting my time fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of better days,
That I alone rejoice and cry
And I don’t know, I don’t like people.
Spring
Andrey Bely
Everything has dried up. And there are already kidneys.
Lilies of the valley and porridge will bloom soon.
Here the clouds float like lambs.
Louder, louder the spring message.
I am alarmed by the annoying squeak:
Tucked back, grumpy Thekla,
hanging over the street with risk,
wipes window glass.
Here the lime is removed with a knife...
There are cups of poison... There is cotton wool...
My chest is filled with April delight.
The wind swirls dust outside the window.
The windows are wide open - and screaming, talking,
and the flower stem sways,
and the floor polishers go out into the yard
barefoot knocking out furniture.
The cat crawled out and sat at the trough,
washes with a velvet paw.
Here's a boy in a chintz shirt,
Having run, he threw his grandmother at him.
There is a light of early evening lights in the sky.
Feelings are fiery again, as before.
The skies are getting bluer and bluer,
The clouds are wavy like lambs.
My gaze wanders into the blue distances.
All earthly aspirations are so pathetic...
A little man in props in the yard
heavy beams are brought in with thunder.
***
Afanasy Fet
This morning, this joy,
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings,
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of the waters
These willows and birches,
These drops - these tears,
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This noise and whistle,
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This darkness and heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
This is all spring.
SNOWDROP
3. Alexandrova
At the snow-covered hummocks,
Under a white snow cap,
We found a little blue flower,
Half frozen, barely alive.
It must have been hot
It's sunny this morning.
The flower under the snow felt stuffy,
And he thought it was time
And he got out... But everything was quiet all around,
There are no neighbors, he is the first here.
The hare saw him.
She smelled it and wanted to eat it.
Then she probably regretted it:
You're too thin, my friend!
And suddenly a fluffy, white one went
Cold March snow.
He fell and skidded...
It's winter again, not spring,
And from a flower on a long stem
Only the cap is visible.
And he, blue from the cold.
Bowing my weak head,
Said: “I will die, but I will not regret:
After all, spring began with me!”
