The selection includes poems by Russian poets about spring. The awakening of nature in March, the melting of snow, the first warm days, the flood in April, the arrival of birds, the blossoming of buds on trees, the flowering of bird cherry in May - all these images have inspired poets at all times!
Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
Evgeny Baratynsky
Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! How high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!
Noisy streams! Glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!
More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before under my foot
Noisy and fragrant.
Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory 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!
murmurs with him,
Flying in the sky with her!
Poems about spring
Alexander Pushkin
Cold winds still blow
And bring the morning frost
Just on the thawed spring
Early flowers appeared
As from a wonderful kingdom of wax,
From a fragrant honey cell
The first bee flew out
Flew through the early flowers
Tell about the red spring,
Will there be a guest soon, dear,
Soon the meadows will turn green
Soon at the curly birch
Sticky leaves will unravel
Fragrant bird cherry blossoms.
Sergei Gorodetsky
Go away, gray winter! Beauties of Spring...
Apollo Maykov
Go away, gray winter!
Beauties of Spring
The golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
Is it old to argue, frail,
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole army of air
Sweet breezes!
And what about noise, what buzz,
Warm showers and rays
And chilikane, and singing! ..
Leave yourself quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
Smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, they will find it in the ravines!
Look - swarms of bees are noisy,
And flies the flag of victory
Motley butterflies squad!
SPRING
Yunna Moritz
Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is that gentle sound?
This is a snowdrop
Smiling through sleep!
This is whose fluffy beam
So it tickles because of the clouds,
Forcing the little ones
Smile from ear to ear?
Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness
Makes you smile
Hare, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!
And y poodle - ylybka!
And in the aquarium there is a fish
Smiled out of the water
Smiling bird!
Here it turns out
What does not fit
On one page
Smile boundless, -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's the width!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around the city!
Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Spring Maevna Chereshnikova!
The days are fine
Mikhail Plyatskovsky
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All buds open
The winter has gone with cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the countries of the south,
The birds have returned.
On each branch of the starling
They sit and clean their feathers.
Spring time has come
It's time for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!
THE COMING OF SPRING
Vasily Zhukovsky
Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?
SPRING
Andrey Bely
Everything dried up. And there are already kidneys.
Lilies of the valley will bloom soon, cereals.
Here clouds float like lambs.
Louder, louder spring news.
I am disturbed by the importunate squeak:
Tucked up, grouchy Fekla,
hanging over the street with risk,
wipes window panes.
Here the lime is scraped off with a knife ...
There are cups of poison... Here is cotton wool...
The chest is embraced with April delight.
The wind blows dust outside the window.
The windows are wide open - and screaming, talking,
and the flower stalk sways,
and polishers go out into the yard
kicking furniture barefoot.
The cat crawled out and sits at the trough,
washed with a velvet paw.
Here is a boy in a cotton shirt,
having run, he launched a grandmother at him.
In the sky, the light of evening lights.
Feelings again, as before, fires.
The skies are blue and blue
Clouds, like lambs, wavy.
In the blue distances my gaze wanders.
All earthly aspirations are so pathetic...
A little man in props in the yard
with thunder imports heavy beams.
Winter is getting angry
Fedor Tyutchev
Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything fussed
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child.
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush,
Against the enemy.
The grass is green, the sun is shining
Alexey Pleshcheev
The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along...
April! April!
Samuil Marshak
April! April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through thick deadwood.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.
Martin
Boris Zakhoder
The swallow flew away
For distant lands...
Come back, Swallow!
April is outside.
Come back, Swallow!
Just not alone:
Let with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!
bird cherry
Sergey Yesenin
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Cherry fragrant,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
Hello, spring first grass!
Sergei Gorodetsky
Hello, spring first grass!
How did it dissolve? Are you happy with the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone hurry young root
Earlier than willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
Spring
Elena Blagina
The stoves are still burning in the houses
And the sun rises late
We also have on our river
Calmly walk through the ice;
Back to the wood shed
Won't go straight
And in the garden under the trees
A snowman is napping with a broom;
We are all warmly dressed
In sweatshirts, in cotton pants ...
And yet signs of spring
In everything, everything is already visible.
And how the roofs got warmer
And like the sun in sight
Drops, falling, sang,
They bustled like crazy.
And suddenly the road got wet
And the boots are full of water...
And the wind is gentle and lingering
Winded from the south side.
And the sparrows cry to each other
About the sun, about its beauty.
And all the funny freckles
Sit on one nose...
Spring
Viktor Lunin
Waking up from a dream
With a soft spring brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields - rook chains,
Over the revived foliage
- The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of a transparent garden
- A lilac bush near the fence.
Martin
A. Maykov
The swallow rushed
Because of the blue of the sea
She sat down and sang:
"No matter how angry February is,
How are you, March, don't frown,
Be at least snow, at least rain -
Everything smells like spring!
After the flood
I. Bunin
The rains have passed, April is getting warmer,
All night - fog, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely dying
And turns blue with a soft haze
In the distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest slumbers quietly,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
More fresh pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern!
Warmth in the sun. Spring
Athanasius Fet
Warmth in the sun. Spring
Takes his rights.
In some places the depth is clear in the river,
Grass is visible at the bottom.
I am waiting
M. P. Chekhov
I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere
And they will announce the overgrown shore
Discordant croaking of a frog,
When the lilac blossoms
Fragrant lily of the valley will glance,
And the hot day will be refreshed
Thunderstorm unexpected, blessed.
I'm waiting for the flute in the fields
Suddenly sings unpretentiously,
And her sullen corncrake
He will answer with a shy twitch.
I'm waiting, and the snow is falling harder,
Severe frosts are cracking ...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the vociferous nightingale?
Green Noise
Nikolai Nekrasov
The Green Noise is coming,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Playfully divergent
Suddenly the wind is riding:
Shakes alder bushes,
Raise flower dust
Like a cloud: everything is green -
Both air and water!
The Green Noise is coming,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Like drenched in milk
There are cherry orchards,
Quietly noisy;
Warmed by the warm sun
The merry ones make noise
pine forests,
And next to the new greenery
Babbling a new song
And the pale-leaved linden,
And a white birch
With a green braid!
A small reed makes noise,
Noisy cheerful maple ...
They make new noise
In a new way, spring ...
Goes-buzzes, Green Noise,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Freckles
V. Orlov
Spring passed
Along the edge
Through the spring
blue dreams,
And quietly shone
Freckles
On the girl's face
Spring.
There was a girl
In a green skirt
Ringing blue dew.
And jealous
redhead girl,
imperceptibly
The earth breathed.
And not in vain
On this spring morning
Where light legs
Gone
dandelions blossomed,
As if
golden freckles
Earth.
Raging hollow water
I.A. Bunin
Raging hollow water
Noisy and muffled, and drawn out.
Migratory herds of rooks
They shout both cheerfully and importantly.
Black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the warm air...
thick white couples
Filled with warmth and light.
And at noon puddles under the window
So spill and shine...
With the bright warmth of the sun
Bunnies flutter around the hall.
All darker and curly birch forest...
I.A. Bunin
Everything is darker and curly birch forest turns green;
Lily-of-the-valley bells bloom in the thicket of green;
At dawn in the valleys it blows warm and bird cherry,
Nightingales sing until dawn.
Trinity Day is coming soon, songs, wreaths and mowing soon...
Everything blooms and sings, young hopes are melting ...
O spring dawns and warm May dews!
O my distant youth!
spring thunderstorm
Fedor Tyutchev
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
The last snow in the field is melting...
A.K. Tolstoy
Now the last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And the cranes call each other.
Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting;
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 bright;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is the heart heavy?
It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know
And I understand your sadness
Would you fly away to your native land
And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...
Spring
A.N. Pleshcheev
Again in the spring my window smelled,
And breathe more joyfully and freely ...
In the chest, the oppressive longing fell asleep,
A swarm of bright thoughts comes to replace her.
The snows have come down... The fetters of ice
Do not weigh the sparkling waves ...
And the plow is waiting for the distant, dumb
The fields of my native side.
Oh, how would I from these stuffy rooms
Rather, I wanted to go there - to the open space,
Where there are no crackling and soulless phrases,
Where the vitiy of the corrupt choir does not thunder.
To the fields! into the fields! familiar nature
Bashful beauty beckons to itself ...
To the fields! there is the song of the risen people
Free and powerful sounds.
Spring (The snow is already melting...)
A.N. Pleshcheev
The snow is already melting, streams are running,
Spring blew through the window ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.
And the heart is so strong in the chest
Knocking like it's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took care of!
All faces look merry.
"Spring!" - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy with her,
Whose life is only hard work and sorrow.
But frisky children ringing laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!
On the spring thaw
Tatyana Gusarova
There is a bug on the thaw
He warmed a barrel in the sun,
Soon the worm came out
And behind him is a spider.
The sun hid behind the mountain
And went home
And a bug, and a worm,
And, of course, a spider.
On the thaw again
Tomorrow will be sunbathing
Beetle, worm and spider.
They will heat ANOTHER barrel.
spring feast
Tatyana Gusarova
Willow golden
Bloomed in the grove.
Butterflies and bees
Invited to visit:
I'll set the tables
There is something to eat.
fresh pollen
I will feed you.
Hungry, sad
Early spring.
And on the branches of the willow
The feast is on the rise!
About icicles
Tatyana Gusarova
Spring came. Streams run.
They murmur, they laugh cheerfully.
And their sharp noses
Icicles hung from the roof.
In the sun, the poor fellow is very
They suffer, they suffer.
They only have evening and night
The runny nose stops.
And in the afternoon again trouble noses.
Merging with the noise of the street,
Not just dripping water -
The life of an icicle is leaving.
Poems about other seasons:
From cold rains to winter snows. All animals are in minks until spring, but we are not afraid of fuss. After all, we are together!
Understanding came in January, pain passed, faith knocked on the door in February, hope came in March, life was learned in April, patience was learned in May, June brought us together, and happiness awaits us in July.
Finally spring is April. With melted snow, all the worries and problems of a cold winter will go away.
April has come. We survived the winter, during which a lot has changed. Rather, I have changed. Now I am secretive, frustrated, proud and lonely, but still alive and able to love.
Best Status:
Letter to Santa Claus: “Dear grandfather, I really want that girl ... so what if April!”
Men remind me of months. When they look after a girl, they are like April and May, when they are busy, then December.
I will never forget that wonderful rainy April day when you came up to me with an umbrella. Many years have passed since that walk in the cool rain, and we are still happy together.
I want to call you and tell you everything that's going on in my heart. About the fact that winter is over and April and spring are in my soul, that I no longer suffer. But I won't call or tell you, because I still love you.
Why is April such a vulgar month that all my friends have birthdays in December ...
Men look like April when they are courting, and December when they are already married.
Under the windows, cats meet April, the neighbor fucks his head with a nine drill, a duel - who has stronger nerves, he repairs me, I'm his rapper
June gave you to me, and April took you away ...
Puddles are frozen in the yard. And a blizzard is blowing in the morning. So, kind, affectionate April comes to visit us.
January helped me figure it out. February taught me to believe. March gave reason to hope. April taught me how to live. May taught me to be patient. June brought to you. July is waiting for us together ...
Empire of Eternal Sleep. slush. April. Spring.
girlfriend stumbled at 8 in the morning calls and asks: Polin, what is April? and under the bed)))) xD
AT last time touching your lips... drops fall from the sky ... April leaves without saying goodbye, I remain with the hope of May ... ..
Without spring, my tears will freeze like ice, and the air of April is still so far away.
Spring, waking up, looks gloomy at the slush, snow and ice. He yawns lazily and the alarm clock resets to April...
Puddles are frozen in the yard. And a blizzard is blowing in the morning. So, kind, affectionate April comes to visit us.
April, when he said goodbye, was silent and smiling, as if admitting that he would not come again.
April .. It was raining .. And yet we met .. We walked that evening in the rain .... And that spark that flew between us, I will never forget that moment .. It's been 2 years, and we still love each other madly.
Men look like April when they are courting, and December when they are already married.
what is the month of April so vulgar that all my friends have birthdays in December ...
Without spring, my tears will freeze like ice, and the air of April is still so far away.
My crystal April! The heart does not change, even dreams about you are all remembered ...
April, when he said goodbye, was silent and smiling, as if admitting that he would not come again.
May April deceive you with rain, may it torture you with insomnia
The month of April… Two blondes are talking.. -I met this guy only last night… But I remember one winter evening we chatted so nicely with him…)))
If a blizzard is swept up, it means hello fucking April.
... now spring has come and April has come, everything is like a year ago, but we are already together now.
Already April .. go chtol to throw out the Christmas tree ...
In mid-March it will be warm. then warm April, and there the summer is not far away.
You squeeze your fist, believe that everything will be so good and April will smile again ...
April is a wonderful month
It’s already April .. go chtol to throw out the Christmas tree ...
You squeeze your fist, believe that everything will be so good and April will smile again ...
Men look like April when they are courting, and December when they are already married.
She's eighteen, can't sleep again - read novels, smoke out the window. She would be glad to give herself to the prince, but the princes do not seem to care. She, however, also almost does not care - June is not soon, April is in bloom. Coffee is slowly cooling in the kitchen. Rain, hours of uniform knock.
So, March is over, the cats in my head have subsided and Aprils have begun)
Every year on the third Thursday of April, according to the ancient Icelandic calendar, Girls' Day is celebrated. The holiday served as an occasion for acquaintances and the beginning of romantic relationships. On this day, men were supposed to take care of the girls and give them gifts. The tradition is maintained even today, especially since such ways of expressing feelings as flowers, chocolate and champagne are now available.
My crystal April! The heart does not change, even dreams about you are all remembered ...
April is too sad a time to spend alone. Everyone seems happy in April. Some, throwing off heavy jackets, talked in the sun, others played catch-ball, others loved. And I was completely alone. Haruki Murakami
April will be soon You would ... If you can’t come, at least dream ..
Why is April such a vulgar month that all my friends have birthdays in December ...
Dear Santa Claus, give me this boy and don't care that it's April
Spring, waking up, looks gloomy at the slush, snow and ice. He yawns lazily and the alarm clock resets to April...
April. Something has changed. Became more secretive, more deceitful. Less talking, more silence. disappointed in many ways. but alive. perhaps the most important.
April will be soon You would ... If you can’t come, at least dream ..
and I don’t want summer, because the person I really like is in my class..and we won’t see each other all summer.. [my dream is eternal April]
For everyone, winter is like winter, but with us it is postponed to April.
... now spring has come and April has come, everything is like a year ago, but we are already together now. -
- Without spring, my tears will freeze like ice, and the air of April is still so far away.
Touching your lips for the last time ... drops fall from the sky ... April leaves without saying goodbye, I remain with the hope of May ... ..
I'm going to dive into a snowdrift with happiness that it's already April
What are you doing? -Waiting for April) -What will happen in April? -April
April… Two blondes are talking. . I only met this guy last night. . . But I remember one winter evening we chatted so sweetly ...
April, when he said goodbye, was silent and smiling, as if admitting that he would not come again.
The sky is crying, the month of April, the month of prohibitions, poor health, no longer a pack a day, eyes brighten, and I alone was left under the sky, do you believe?
Puddles froze in the yard And in the morning a blizzard sweeps Means Good, affectionate April comes to visit us.
May April deceive you with rain, may it torture you with insomnia.
empire of eternal sleep. slush. April. Spring.
Dear Santa Claus, give me this boy and don't care that it's April.
The sky is crying, the month of April, the month of bans, poor health, no longer a pack a day, eyes brighten, and I alone was left under the sky, do you believe?
For everyone, winter is like winter, but with us it is postponed to April. Crap
The beginning of November ... and then they ask me the question: “Has April already passed?” P.S. At first I answered “yes”, and then I thought about what month it is =)
I'm going to dive into a snowdrift with happiness that it's already April
What do we associate April with? Of course, with spring, when trees bloom, leaves turn green, flowers bloom and smell. This is the time of the awakening of nature after hibernation. This month we ourselves change, become more sensitive and amorous. You have probably heard about the spring exacerbation. This month you can please your friends in different social networks by sending them beautiful status about April or publish such a saying on your page to cheer yourself up every day. You can find such statuses on our new entertainment portal, which is the custodian of a large number of sayings. We are constantly adding new statuses so that you always have a wide choice.
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The first sunny day, the spring breeze is blowing. Sparrows cheered up in these warm hours, and icicles shed tears and hung their noses.
In the mornings frost, the whole day of drops, sunny and sonorous, April comes to us.
Cool statuses about April: I'm going to dive into a snowdrift with happiness that it's already April.
Let April deceive you with rain, let it torture you with insomnia.
The snow is spinning ... flying ... flying ... He doesn't care that April is coming ...
Without spring, my tears will freeze like ice, and the air of April is still so far away.
Touching your lips for the last time, drops fall from the sky, April leaves without saying goodbye, I remain with the hope of May.
Spring is the time when long nails meet thin tights...
Spring is such a time when even trousers cannot hide your high spirits.
Spring walks the planet, and we are again sitting in the Internet.
Spring, waking up, looks gloomy at the slush, snow and ice. He yawns lazily and the alarm clock resets to April...
April! April! Drops are ringing in the yard. Streams run through the fields, puddles on the roads.
April, when he said goodbye, was silent and smiling, as if admitting that he would not come again.
April… The neighbor threw away the Christmas tree… Weakling!
She's eighteen, can't sleep again - read novels, smoke out the window. She would be glad to give herself to the prince, but the princes do not seem to care. She, however, also almost does not care - June is not soon, April is in bloom. Coffee is slowly cooling in the kitchen. Rain, hours of uniform knock.
If a blizzard is swept up, then hello, damn it, April.
Snow will come after the showers, all in holes until the April days. But we do not care about the winter and ourselves, we are together and warmer from this ...
Don't trust anyone for the whole month of April!
Spring came and April came, everything is like a year ago, but we are already together now.
Dear Santa Claus, give me this boy and don't care that it's April.
Without spring, my tears will freeze like ice, and the air of April is still so far away.
Only in April there can be sun, snowstorm and puddles on the same day.
You squeeze your fist, believe that everything will be so good and April will smile again ...
For everyone, winter is like winter, but with us it is postponed to April. Crap
It’s good in the forest in April: it smells of leafy preliminaries, different birds sing, nests are built on trees;
April is a narcissistic eccentric, he sews a green jacket for himself.
April is the cruelest month, drives violets from the dead earth, draws memory to desire, marries flabby roots with spring rain.
April and November are so similar - damp and dark that you can only tell by the calendar.
Empire of Eternal Sleep: Slush, April. Spring.
So, March is over, the cats in my head have subsided and Aprils have begun)
My crystal April! The heart does not change, even dreams about you are all remembered ...
Men look like April when they are courting, and December when they are already married.
Puddles froze in the yard and a blizzard has been blowing since morning. So a kind, affectionate April comes to visit us.
The sky is crying, the month of April, the month of prohibitions, poor health, no longer a pack a day, eyes brighten, and I alone was left under the sky, do you believe?
Every day the frost is getting stronger, it snows almost every day and covers the ground with an increasingly dense snow-white carpet. Flushed kids sculpt snowmen and ride down the hills with a cheerful squeal. And at home it’s cozy and warm with hot tea in a “pot-bellied” mug ...
Today we offer you a selection of beautiful poems about winter. They fill the soul with a special state. And you will definitely want to walk through the creaky snow or even slide down the hill, as in childhood. It's boring to sit at home when there is such a dazzling beauty outside the window!
In the picture of winter, everything is white with snow ...
Short, beautiful poems about winter
Hello Mother Winter!
Hello, in a white sundress
From silver brocade.
Diamonds burn on you
Like bright rays.
Hello Russian girl,
Coloring soul.
white winch,
Hello Mother Winter!
Winter has come - so meet, meet!
Either the sun will flare up, or it will swirl.
We love winter for warm tea
In cozy, bright, pot-bellied mugs.
For how come the snowmen
We are saluting from the end of the alley,
And for the warmth of my dear hand
That warms our frozen fingers.
Snow flies like moths
And circles above the earth
From the window I watch
For beauty in winter.
The snow is spinning and spinning
He is silver like the stars.
Like a blank page
New life white sheet.
Winter sleep
I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skis,
Shiny snow and skis
I dreamed all the time.
How many different hats!
How many different hats!
Blue, red, clean, dirty!
There are many different hats in different hats -
Even sad and unhappy ones.
The snow was falling thickly
And fell asleep sad, sad ...
There are neither sad nor grouchy -
Many white and happy!
Emma Moshkovskaya
Winter
In the picture in winter
Everything is white with snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on her
In the middle of a glade with cotton wool
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.
Viktor Lunin
Zimushka-winter
Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind is knocking on sleepy houses with its wings.
Squares and parks are blooming with snowy whiteness.
And the frost builds arches over the forest path.
Tatyana Bokova
It's getting worse, worse, worse
It's frosty outside.
And everyone is warmer
Wraps up nose.
Both people and machines
Now is not up to beauty.
Both people and machines
They covered their noses.
New Year's dreams
White flakes fly and fly
This winter is leaving its mark.
You can see the fairy tale of winter
And sweet New Year's dreams.
If you believe in winter
fairy world,
Can be understood and seen again
Old dreams.
White flakes fly and fly
Understand the story...
Shakirov Shamil
The creak of footsteps along the white streets
The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.
Athanasius Fet
Winter scattering
Winter clear skies at night...
A scattering of stars… Queen moon…
At the time of frost, earthly desire
A string sings to the subtle soul.
This desire for a cozy home
It seems to be the main blizzard at times.
All that is false, worthy of breaking,
To be yourself in life...
Flying, spinning white snow,
Like moths, on everything and everyone,
And covers all traces
Autumn gray bustle.
Sad days finished the verse,
And as if the light is brighter in the windows.
Hides a white veil
Souls of autumn sadness
And reflects the shine of the moon
Breath of fairytale winter.
Planida Natalia
winter story
Everything is dressed in white in winter.
People, pine crowns and houses.
Switched to winter scenes.
Thoughts, views, everyday affairs.
Zimushka is having fun playfully.
pristine pure white.
That will suddenly play arrogantly.
It will spin, it will clog with a veil,
All her whims are dear to her heart,
Like you, sharp with a cunning.
In a tender kiss your lips.
Just like snowflakes, cold.
Valery Vaganov
Winter
Winter is the charm of the soul.
Sugrobov marvelous hills.
Snow is a wonderful radiance.
Delights of bright winters.
And a trio of gray firemen.
Yes, with bells under the arc
And the song, the song is mischievous.
Under the silver moon
Winter sorceress walks.
Pleases with its beauty.
Soul and heart rest
And life is much more fun.
Valery Vaganov
Well, winter! .. Snowdrift, cold,
Sweeps, twists, vyuzhit,
It burns with frost, chokes with ice,
Drives into a hot house.
Christmas tree catchy
It will fly into the house almost like a dragonfly.
Fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will spill.
V. Aleksandrov
Winter is a charming time of the year and bewitchingly pure nature, wrapped in snow-white clothes.
Let us be fabulously warm in this black and white world!
Beautiful, sincere poems about winter
Winter Time
The time of winter with December comes,
Only she does not know this subtlety
And in November it will cover the earth with snow,
The rink will equip the children in the puddles.
So slowly the work will go,
Zimushka knows that time does not wait.
Blizzards, blizzards she will bring,
Snow powder will sweep the way.
The branches of the trees will cover everything with snow,
Their primordial nakedness will hide.
Strong frost will hide us at home,
And on the glass weave lace for everyone.
On a clear, frosty, fine day
Children will run to the skating rink in a crowd.
Adults - skiing is more likely to be preferred
And in winter forest will go for a walk.
In the waltz snowflakes are spinning in winter,
They are cut with thin openwork.
Children will play snowballs in the yard,
The snowman is then sculpted.
Only with winter comes magic:
Songs, carols for Christmas.
Looking forward to winter coming
With a new dream to meet the New Year.
N. Belostotskaya
Freezing day…
Frosty day... But overhead
In the interweaving of branches, in the black mesh,
Flowing down the trunks, down each branch
The blue sky hangs like an avalanche.
And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And it seems that she has already arrived.
And not a single twig will sway
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.
Valentin Berestov
Update
What a smooth
What a space
What peace lies in the snow
How quietly it flows down
And illuminates the old courtyard.
He seems to sweep at once
The sins of people and their mistakes,
Vices, false smiles,
He cleanses the souls in us.
And I look at my city
That I washed myself with righteous snow,
As if born again
Blinding with the purest whiteness.
Natalia Bauch
good winter
She brings the cold with her
And a snowy blizzard accompanies her,
Water becomes transparent ice
And it won't melt until spring.
We wrap ourselves in hats and raincoats
And from the frost cheeks turn pink
But you do not look for deceit in winter,
She is not evil at all, although she does not warm.
She will delight with the radiance of snow
And the beauty of the night snowfall,
And sweep the traces of our steps,
And we don't want more from her.
On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire
Blazing white colors.
But in the park, pale as a shadow,
The kitten was miserable.
It did not seem to him a shining day
And so beautiful.
But New Year not just a day
And the time when miracles
They come and, brother, you believe it or not,
Come true forever.
And maybe that's why
The kitten has a roof
And now purrs in the ear of that,
Who took him under cover.
Shakirov Shamil
snowy winter,
When everything around is waiting for a miracle,
Evergreen fringe
In the distance, the New Year is waving to us.
So far it is only a date -
Her on the edge of the wing
To your cold chambers
Winter brought with it.
There are sprawling fir trees,
Sigh in a whisper in a dream.
And we got bored
Through this fabulous land.
In the autumn slush and cold
Both in the villages and in the cities
We dream of snowfall
In fluffy soft boots.
When a swarm of snowflakes starts
Your white dance is circular -
Let's take the first picture:
Winter. Blizzard. And we are with you.
And in this black and white world
We will be fabulously warm,
We will fill life with bright color,
Out of spite for all the trouble!
Nikolaeva Polina
winter poems
Let there be snow. Let there be white frost
And the surface of the pond in frozen crystal,
And on the glass are drawings of snow lilies,
Fire in the fireplace and coals in the ashes.
When the winter is a little late
We are looking forward to her arrival.
But none of us knows yet
What will the new year bring.
But the white snow is the thinnest veil
Quietly cover the greasy chernozem,
And we'll start life anew
We will pray for sins and light a candle.
And a winter day is like redemption,
Sparkling snow like an angel's wing.
In winter, inspiration is available to the soul
Dream about what has been and gone.
And let the horses fly through the snow whirlwinds,
From distant countries, bringing greetings to you.
While the snowflake melts in the palm of your hand,
Have time to ask about the future fate.
Nikolaeva Polina
Winter-mistress opens the year ...
Zimushka queen of snow and ice,
In the field, a lonely stack under a snowdrift,
Blizzard unearthly dance starting,
The year at the end will sum up ...
Was the year successful, was it fertile,
Did the stitch lead to the right goals,
What was plain, what objectionable,
Zimushka-sorceress covered with snow ...
I forgot the old, blew out the storm,
Snow started its cycle,
And nature is fast asleep,
So that the hostess winter reopens the year ...
Kind and happy to open,
He painted the windows with lace so that frost,
And the gypsy winter predicted happiness,
On white snowflakes honestly and seriously ...
Winter is the time when you wait for summer, but at the same time you are madly happy about the snowfall ...
Long live frost! Long live winter!
Hello Winter!
Still smokes and spins
free river,
But do not melt the puddles
For sure.
Still in a cheerful panic
Snowflakes don't fly
But the roofs are like gingerbread,
Glitter under frost.
Still desert boring
closed skating rinks,
But impatience twisted
"Snow Maiden" proboscis!
And skis dream of crosses
And dream of steepness.
Long live frost!
Long live winter!
O. Fokina
Where is the sweet whisper
my forests?
murmuring streams,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With your bark
The stream is numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.
Evgeny Baratynsky
winter meeting
The night has passed. It's dawn.
There are no clouds anywhere.
The air is light and clean
In yards and houses
Snow lies in sheets
And shines from the sun
Multicolored fire.
I.S. Nikitin
Winter healing...
Winter without any hesitation
Spreading white wings
Drive away the autumn aspirations,
Reclaimed her rights...
Entered eagerly. And frost
Help to forget lethargy
The people are running, fearing the threat
Get a damn runny nose...
But on a clear winter morning,
Wearing a warm sheepskin coat
I take a breath of air with a passionate sigh,
And it just gets brighter...
Everything around will become nobler,
And unearthly purity
He will enter like an angel into the underworld,
Without taking off the cross...
And deliverance will come
From any torment, from past troubles,
Winter will help heal
Rejuvenate for many years ...
The winter is coming
Someone loves winter, and someone scolds.
Some people just can't live without it...
I know for sure - white snow suddenly freezes
And my heart is overjoyed.
And the winter is not in a hurry, only a little sprinkled with snow,
Roofs, branches, roads. Slightly sprinkled with silver.
And then she hid. And hid somewhere behind the wind
He makes noise on the roof, groans plaintively, asks to come into the house.
It becomes scary at night ... The morning will turn out to be clear.
And little by little winter will show itself to us again.
And fluffy, shiny, good, and, like in a fairy tale, beautiful
There will be streets, people, trees, cars, houses.
Enchant and enchant. And disappear again.
Or he will find blizzards. Or let the thaw in for a day.
But will return again. And she will circle like a queen over the abyss.
And it will cover everything around with silver, only a branch behind ...
Kolmykova Svetlana
Winter came unexpectedly
The roads are covered
In a beautiful white dress
She drove us all crazy.
Snow sparkles under the sun
A trail crunches in the snow,
And nothing is more beautiful
This picture does not exist.
The kids are so frisky
What you want to run
Grab a sled in an armful,
April-Snegogon. A stream from all slopes as water rushes. April drives the snow away and drives away the winter with it, which is why they called it "Snegogon". The dark and damp earth is exposed, the soil is preparing for flowering, the forest wakes up from the singing of birds.
April: ringing music drops
Description of the nature of April (I - II week).
April begins its offensive with heavy snowmelt. The sun is already high above the horizon, and in the daytime average temperature air temperature exceeds 0 ° C. The air, which is getting warmer every day, with light winds carries the smell of spring through the natural expanses of forests and rivers. Flood all around. Streams sparkle in the sun in a string, joyfully murmuring run down the slopes of the roads, finally freed from snow blockages.
Alder is blooming, and this is a sure sign of a warm and stable spring. Gradually heated by the sun, the snow descends from the trees, freeing the bark from the winter shackles. Snow also comes off the ground, only remaining for a long time in the darkest places, hidden from the sun's rays, in the form of a dry dark crust. On the rivers, the ice cracks and breaks, then to float many ice floes. On the banks of the ponds, the ice becomes thin and viscous, and thawed patches form in places.
April in the folk calendar
"April - the pike breaks the ice with its tail"
Well, the long-awaited pleasant days have come when you can safely take off your thick outerwear, exposing your hands and cheeks to the rays of the sun. A cheerful drop clattered, because April 4 has already passed - Vasily-Solnechnik. It was still frosty in the morning, and by day the ringing music was dropping.
From April 7, they meet a real spring on the day of the Annunciation. It is believed that from this day on, winter, if it does not completely leave, then admits its defeat. From April 9 - the day of the Matryona-Mentor - lapwings arrive. Ice cracks on the rivers, ice floes float, the day of Marya's arrival comes - April 14, and, as they said, Marya came - she brought floods.
Spring in Russian poetry
A.N. Pleshcheev devoted a considerable part of his work to the theme of spring. His most famous poem on this topic is "The snow is already melting." It leads the listener into an atmosphere of anticipation of happy moments, joyful happiness from the coming spring. Spring nature is depicted here very gently and in the right artistic way. Poems like this make me want to read it again.
The snow is already melting, streams are running,
Spring blew through the window ...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in foliage!
clear blue sky,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
Again a long time passed.
And the heart is so strong in the chest
Knocking like it's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took care of!
April: the birth of warmth
Description of the nature of the second half of April (III - IV weeks).
By the middle of spring, the average air temperature exceeds +5° C, nature awakens. On open flat surfaces, the first gently green shoots of future grass appear, warmed by the rays of the sun. The snow is melting day by day, exposing bare ground, on which the first thin stalks of blades of grass are about to sprout. In shady places, under powerful tree trunks and in lowlands, where the rays of the spring sun hardly penetrate, there is still a lot of snow with hard edges of dark gloomy snowdrifts. Along the roads and clearings, streams continue to playfully murmur, intertwining in a string and sparkling with glare of rays in the bright April sun. Gulls and mallard ducks return from the warm regions by the flood.
The forest and slopes of the banks of the river are filled with the joyful voices of birds. Birds unite in pairs, the brightest time in the animal world comes - the mating season. The forest, still bare and damp, is filled with musical sounds. Everywhere life is born.
A series of warm days in the folk calendar
"Antip pours water on the floodplains, Vasily gives a couple to the earth"
The first rains wash away the remnants of snow and clean the soil, preparing nature for the vegetation period. The first buds with tiny leaves stretch to the sky, closer to the gentle rays soon summer. The birds are busy important matter, build nests. The weather seems to be stable, the sun warms the air up to 10 degrees Celsius, when suddenly the sun disappears behind the clouds and a wave of cold wind rolls over the fields. And here already Ruf and Anton Polovod on April 23 and 24 released water in all districts of spring. Just then, Vasily-Pariysky - on April 25 - drenched the earth with warmth, so much so that the bear came out of the den.
In April, there are still no leaves, no greenery, but the first bunches of flowers in the forest peep out in places where the water has receded. April prepares nature for the upcoming landscaping, which the close brother of the month of May will already do. Already the bees are beginning to curl at the first flowers. The trees are bare, the water has receded, and now May is coming. But it was not there. Winter has not completely left the gates. A couple of days, and even capture it, covering it with frost, and, perhaps, with unexpected snow, showing that it will return. But now it is already difficult for winter to return, because May and a warm prelude are ahead.
Spring in Russian painting
(Painting by Yu. S. Zhukovsky "Old Manor")
The Russian painter Yulian Stanislavovich Zhukovsky very beautifully conveys the spring landscape in the painting “Old Manor” (1910), which depicts a quiet forest river, and around it there is only awakened tender greenery. Most of the picture is occupied by a birch grove. Slender birch trees have just begun to put on their spring outfits, they are waiting for a miraculous transformation, reflected in the still water.
