Poems about winter for children help to tell the child about the charm of winter in an interesting and easy way. Poems children listen with pleasure and easily learn. Winter is the most beautiful time of the year and it is no coincidence that so many poems have been written about winter.

Poems about winter are short and beautiful

These short and beautiful poems help show the child the bewitching beauty of winter. It will not be difficult for even the smallest children to learn them.

The stars began to spin
They began to lie down on the ground.
No, not stars, but fluffs,
not fluff, but snowflakes!

Soon, soon the New Year!
Santa Claus is coming soon.
He gives us gifts
And he asks us to read poetry.

When I ate an icicle,
It was delicious.
And when I got sick
It became very sad...

Ah, you are a winter-winter!
White snow fluffy
Scattered at home
And the ice is clean.
And sparkle in silence
white snowflakes,
And draws on the window
Santa Claus pictures.

Poems about the New Year

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Our favorite snowman
Head completely drooped:
The hare carried away into the forest at night
He has a carrot nose!
Don't worry, snowman
We will help in a moment in trouble,
We'll give you a new nose
The nose is good, the nose is spruce!

We tear off the calendar, January begins.
In January, in January there is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow on the roof, on the porch,
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house -
Smoke rises into the sky.

Spinning lightly and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
It was snowing thick and white at night -
The room is light from the snow.
A little powdery fluff flying,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day - fuller and better,
Fuller and better New Year ...

Three on a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.

Poems about winter for children 4-5 years old

Frosty frost on the glass
How many dashes and lines!
I only know,
Who is standing there at the window.
Snow Maiden breathes on the glass
And diligently writes letters,
Leads with her finger:
"C" - snowflakes, "3" - winter.

Frost on glass
I drew patterns.
in soft silver
Cats and fences
People and houses
Lanterns, boulevards...
The wipers are sweeping
Sad sidewalks.
And they grumble under their breath:
"The sky is leaking!"
Zimushka-winter
Fall asleep with snow.

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Poems about winter for children 5-6 years old

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

Spider on a cobweb
He also looks at snowflakes:
"Look how brave
These flies are white!”

The hare looks at the snowflakes:
"It's rabbit fluff...
It can be seen that the hare is all in fluff -
He scratches his fur coat at the top.

The boy looks at the snowflakes:
"Maybe it's a joke?.."
He won't understand why
Very fun for him.

How much snow has fallen!
Everything around is white-white!
The snow is spinning, the snow is sparkling,
Lies softly under the feet.
And we can't count the snowflakes,
And there are six rays in each!
Who drew the pattern?
The one who covered the river with ice.
Who pinches our cheeks, nose?
Well, of course it's cold.
He, a prankster, naughty,
The city turned into a fairy tale!
Get the sled soon
And let's go up the hill with us!
We are not afraid of frost
Let's take a walk, let's frolic!
Come to mom wet
And happy sleep.

Snow sparkles in the sun
Silver cloth!
We do not sit with friends -
There is a lot of work on the street!
Fight on the ice hockey rink
And have a snow fight
Dashing down the hill
Friendly, fun, crowd!
Break a bouquet of rowan
And, laughing, dive into a snowdrift!
And then ... crystal frost
Gently shake off the branches.

Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magic winter is coming
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.

Poems about winter for children 6-7 years old

White snow fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the earth is quiet
Falling, laying down.

And in the morning with snow
The field is white
Like a veil
All dressed him up.

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

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

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But it falls great
Why is no one happy?

Winter sings - calls out ...
Winter sings - calls out
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

Little birds are chilled,
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.

And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting.
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window ...

White birch
under my window
covered with snow,
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
snow border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.
And there is a birch
In sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire
A dawn, lazy
Walking around,
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

And if you and your child like to hold books in your hands, turning the pages, I recommend paying attention to these children's books with poems about winter and the New Year:

Winter knocked on the door
Happy snow kids:
Sledges, slides and skates -
Simply heavenly days!

flower poet

White snowflakes, light fluffs,
Like sparks burning on the palms of the guys.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.

N. Goncharov

Mom, don't be afraid that I'll get sick!
Mom, don't be afraid that I'll catch a sore throat!
Let the flu tremble, the virus be afraid:
I’m flying from the hill on a sled!!

flower poet

Who made these snowflakes?
Who is responsible for the work?
- I! Santa Claus answered
And grabbed my nose!

G. Novitskaya

Quietly the snow falls
Winter is here, my friend!
We play, we have fun
And we are not afraid of frost!

Christmas trees, toys, a bunch of gifts -
Well, finally, the New Year!
Happy children, adults - "too":
"He's come and gone again..."

flower poet

You can play snowballs
You can ride a "woman".
If only the janitor in the morning
Snow is not raked from the yard!

flower poet

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I don't waste them.
However, when I leave, I cry.

S. Ostrovsky

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

S. Ostrovsky

Icicle in winter is tastier than lollipop,
Mom, don't argue, I'm right!
In the evening - cough, throat - hoarse?
Well, it's not always!

flower poet

Mom, work, what are you ringing?
I won't freeze, I won't fall
Well, nothing if I break the sled,
The main thing: I will come to eat!

flower poet

Don't wake your mom in the morning, mom sleeps on Sunday!
Pull on a jacket, a hat ... if you forgot your mittens -
She will call you!

flower poet

"I want to eat candy,
I want a cool bike like this!
I am writing to the one who brings gifts at night,
Do you hear, Santa, Russian snow grandfather?

flower poet

Dumplings, mittens with cabbage, mushrooms,
What will not fit into you in the summer, well, no way,
With hot borscht and delicious sour cream
In winter, weaving two plates is a trifle!

flower poet

Under the bridge the stream murmurs,
Knocks on the ice with a fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Close the door and take the key?

E. Kokhan

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?

V. Berestov

Light white snow
It looks so much like cottage cheese!
I just won't eat it.
After all, snowflakes are amazing!

A. Romanova

Snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
Looked under the awnings
He lay down in peace at home,
And we understood: winter.

When else is it so slippery?
When else is it so snowy?
Christmas trees dressed up in winter
Beautiful and so gentle.

flower poet

It's so cold in winter
That even Christmas trees are wrapped in fur coats.
The guys all wear, albeit annoying,
Scarves and mittens are a must!

flower poet

Sleep fields, trees, rivers,
Sleeping bears and hedgehogs.
Only bunnies in warm coats
They don't lay down until spring.

flower poet

Pines - in warm hats,
Christmas trees - everyone is in fur coats.
So, every day, not without reason, mom
He wraps his children in winter.

flower poet

It's a shame to get sick when it's school holidays
And when all the friends are on the street!
Mom, treat me with all the medicines,
Today I agree to be smart!

flower poet

Raspberry tea is very helpful.
Especially if the nose "drips".
It's good to listen to your mom
And dress warmly in the cold!

flower poet

Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.

A. Brodsky

Everyone, I'm full! I can't see the cake and sweets anymore!
But still, it's a pity that you can overeat sweets
Only one night a year!

flower poet

Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he already without brushes, without paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!

K. Bilic

Yalinka - beauty, like a girl's braid -
Zelena, thin, dovga.

flower poet

How to learn a verse with a child

How nice to listen to a child who reads poetry. And if the child is also happy to teach them, then the parents simply do not get enough of their baby. However, not all children are so happy to learn poems. And parents sometimes give up, not knowing what to do, how to make their little one learn the verse given at school.

The child first of all immediately tries to justify himself, repeating constantly that he does not want or cannot. Some, without saying anything, begin to go about their business. The reason, of course, is the reluctance to learn a large amount of information. This is a kind of protective reaction of the child's brain so that there is no overload.

But in any case, you can find a way. With regard to the study of poetry, too, there are methods. Before you force your child to start learning, calm your baby down. Tell the kid that if he does not want to learn a poem, then no one will force him. Tell the baby that you will tell him a story, and he will have to repeat your story after you. And most importantly, do not overwork the child yourself. Learn two lines a day. For the first time, this will be enough not to overload the brain of the baby and not to frighten him. And it’s easier for a child to repeat such a small amount of text after you.

Then you need to talk with the child and find out if there are words or phrases that the baby does not understand or whose meaning is not known to him. If the child cannot repeat them, just listen to what words he pronounces incorrectly, or maybe does not pronounce the line with this word at all. Explain to the child the meaning of the word, phrase, giving examples that are more understandable to your baby.

As soon as all the words are clear to the young reader, start studying. Start with the first line, repeating it until the baby pronounces it completely without your help. Only then can you move on to the second one. Study the second line in the same way as the first one until the child repeats it completely without a single hesitation. Connect the first and second lines and repeat them several times until the child can repeat it again without your help. Next comes the third line, then the fourth, and so on until the end of the poem. It is by following this sequence that the child will learn the poem without heavy loads on the brain.

There is another way to study a poem. It should be used if the first method does not help. Then it is worth, as they say, to take by storm, i.e. repeat the lines repeatedly to the child until he can repeat them on his own. Pretend to read to yourself, but have your child sit next to you. Repeat the poem at least three times, and then break it into lines and repeat them again and again. In this case, your personal attitude to poetry is of no small importance. Therefore, be interested in this matter yourself and show the child that you like this activity. Always, regardless of whether you read one line or the whole poem, do it with expression, convey the mood of the verse. Do not scold the poem, namely, read it with the right intonation.

The study of poems contributes to the development of the child's memory, and the second method allows you to memorize several lines at once.

In order to avoid difficult acquaintance with verses in the future, teach your child to them from birth. Periodically read him poems, riddles in poetic form, various nursery rhymes. If the mother teaches the baby to rhymes from birth, then the child's memory will develop much better. Also during this time, the child gets used to the rhymes and in the future, if a situation arises with the study of verses, there will be no problems. The child will gladly please his relatives by reading the next rhyme.

You can learn rhymes in a playful way. So the child will be much more interesting, and he will not even notice how quickly he will learn the poem. To do this, take the ball that you throw to the baby, each time saying a line of verse. After the kid repeats this line, he throws the ball back to you. Then you say the second line and so on until the end of the poem. Sometimes you can change the course of the game, and when the poem becomes clear to the baby, you can throw the ball at each word that the child will repeat, throwing the ball back to you.

Poems can be drawn by presenting them in one picture or making a book of sketches based on this rhyme. And you can get cute))). A children's verse on mom, grandmother, dad will also look very beautiful.

If you really want your child to love poetry and not be afraid of rhymes, use them as often as possible in everyday life. It can be lines from songs, and words from cartoons, or you can come up with new ones yourself. Use your rhymes periodically when talking to your child. Then in the future, when the child is asked at school or kindergarten learn a verse, for a child it will not be news and it will not be difficult for you to learn these few lines.

Amazing girl Diana (6 years old) reads a wonderful poem

Poems about winter for the smallest: children from 1 year to 4 years. 34 poems by different authors for children's holidays, classes, games with kids, winter walks.

Children's poems about winter. Part 1.

Poems about winter for the little ones (children 1-3 years old)

N. Sakonskaya. Where is my finger?

Masha put on a mitten:
— Oh, where am I doing?
I don't have a finger, I'm gone
Didn't make it to my house!
Mom took off her mitten.
- Look, I found it!
Seek, seek and find.
Hello finger!
How are you?

In this poem, you can change the name to the name of the child - “Tanya put on a mitten” or “Nastya put on a mitten”, etc.

N. Pikuleva. Felt boots

Pata-paaat-paaaat-paaaat,
Felt boots came out of the hut,
Walked around the yard
Danced at the feast
Lie down on the stove
Save the pies!

I. Tokmakova. Bear

Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the Christmas tree - snow, snow,
And under the tree - snow, snow.

A bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush, hush... Don't make noise

With this poem, you can play catch-up with a teddy bear. Saying the words from the poem, we go with the baby to the teddy bear. At the end of the poem - the game, the awakened bear catches up with the child. The child runs away to the "house" (the house must be designated in advance - before the game).

You can also play hide and seek. Then the task of the game is different. First, we read a poem together. Then you need to pass inaudibly past an adult who holds a bear sleeping in a den on his knees. If the bear hears sounds, he wakes up and catches up with the baby. The kid runs away to the "house".

O. Vysotskaya. Cold

Who meowed at the door?
- Open quickly! —
Very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.

V. Orlov. Why does a bear sleep in winter?

Bear, bear!
What happened to you?
Why do you sleep in winter?

Because snow and ice
Not raspberries and not honey!

V. Khorol. Bunny

There lived a bunny
Long ears.
Frostbitten bunny
Nose on the edge.
Frostbitten nose,
Frostbite ponytail
And went to warm up
Visit the kids.
It's warm and nice there
There is no wolf.
And give carrots
For lunch.

T. Elchin. winter song

Where are you, sun
Indeed?
We are quite
Were numb.

Without you
The water is frozen
Without you
The earth is frozen...

Come out, sunshine
Hurry!
Cuddle up and warm up!

Z. Alexandrova. snowball

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.

Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

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

I. Pivovarova. Hare

The hare lay down on a hillock,
Decided to take a nap.
And while he slept sweetly,
The first snow fell on the ground.
Here the gray hare woke up,
Surprised what's wrong?
I was gray, but I became white!
Who changed my clothes?

Who dressed up the bunny? Why does a bunny change its coat? More about this - fairy tales, pictures, poems, developing tasks for children.

O. Vysotskaya. snow bunny

We made a snowball
The ears were made later.
And just
Instead of eyes
We have coals.
The rabbit came out alive!
He has a tail and a head!
For the mustache
Don't pull -
They are from straws!
Long, shiny
Exactly real!

O. Vysotskaya. Sledging

The sled rolled down.
Hold on, baby doll!
You sit, do not fall -
There's a groove ahead!

You have to drive carefully!
Otherwise, you can break!

Z. Alexandrova. In little mittens

In little mittens
Hidden palms.
Help for boots
I have to wear boots...

The first snow fell at night.
We got dressed first.
I'm rolling a sled
I want to play.

V. Lunin. Who is hot in winter?

cold feet,
Freeze hands
coats are cold,
hats,
Trousers.
Outside
Such a cold -
Even the ice
And he has a cold.
Only blizzards and blizzards
Sweat from zeal:
Blizzards and blizzards lay
Snow-white beds
Lie down in the yard
Kids!

V. Orlov. Merry snow

Snow everywhere
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere
Laughter,
Laughter!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Everywhere laughter
And laughs!
From high
On the guys
Like fluff,
Not snowflakes
are flying,
And the laughs!

S. Marshak. Throws, throws snow in armfuls

Throws, throws snow in armfuls
Winter on the fields.
To the eyebrows covered with hats
In the courtyards of the house.

At night the blizzard played tricks,
Snow knocked on the glass
And now - look how fun
And white-white!

O. Vysotskaya. Winter has come

For young children, the first quatrain from this poem is suitable. The whole poem is for children of senior preschool and primary school age.

Winter came with frost
With frosts, with snowstorms.
Snowdrifts under birches,
White-white under the fir trees.

On the elms outside
White beaded dress.
And the air burns and pricks,
And it smells like watermelon.

Invigorating winter has come
Ringing, crispy,
With school tasks
And hot ovens.

We love frosty days
Elastic ice rink,
night sky starry
And a noisy New Year!

Winter came with crackers
With sweets, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.

Winter with a cheerful mask
Comes to our houses.
Magical, good fairy tale
We think it's winter!

I. S. Nikitin. Fragment

Burning frost crackling,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
Launched the window.

V. Berestov. Snowfall

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The world was lit. We look out the window.
Snow falls white-white.
Why is it so dark?

M. Sadovsky. Winter coat

It will snow
And it will stop
imperceptibly
He will melt.
White winter coat
She tries on everything herself.
Fur coat
white hare,
Fur coat
Forest and meadow
Fur coat
Lena and Nicole
Fur coat
Oak in an open field,
Fur coat
Poplar and elm.
I have already<
I'm stuck in a snowdrift,
But everyone has this
Fur coat,
What to wear all winter
Love!

Winter has come (folk song)

We pronounce the text with stretching of vowels. On the last lines we “drop” the baby from his knees.

Winter has come,
She harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
On the way - you made the path,
Ice on the river vyyyyyymela,
Connected with the shore
Chained to the ground.
Snow icing,
Small guys on the sledge seated,
Famously from the mountain roll! Oooooh!

Like in the snow (folk song - nursery rhyme)

Like snow in a blizzard
Three sleds flew.
And they make noise and they roar
The bells are ringing.

In the first sledge - grandfather,
In other sledges - grandmother,
In the third sledge - aunt.

Our Katya ran out,
I met dear guests,
Opened the gate for them
She led me to a new burner.

Felt boots. Folk joke.

We will buy boots for our son,
Let's put on the legs
Let's go down the road.
Our son will walk
New felt boots to wear.

Our Masha (folk rhyme)

Our Masha is small,
She is wearing a scarlet fur coat,
Beaver fur.
Masha is black-browed.

In the nursery rhyme, you need to replace the name of the girl with the name of the child - for example, "Our Tanya is small."

Zimushka (folk nickname)

You, winter, winter,
The winter was stormy
All reveled, all chalk,
Primaaaazhivala,
Kalinushka with raspberries
Zalaaaaamlila!

Poems about winter for children 4 years and older

G. Lagzdyn. Freezing

The sun just touched the roof
Santa Claus left the house
Frost hastened to the river
With a white cloud in my hand.
On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles
Santa Claus throws ice
And spinning on the ice
It slides along the river, it freezes,
Gray hair breathes in the willows,
Snow throws under the skids
Ice gauntlet,
And then, grabbing an armful,
Pours on the porch
Hits the glass with a frozen hat,
Mischievously dusts in the face.
And catch up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts - a tower.
Winter lives there.

V. Berestov. black ice

Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But
Falls great!
Why is nobody
Not happy?!

V. Stepanov. Stars - snowflakes

Winter evening
The stars are falling
Are falling from the sky
The city is frosty.

The stars are falling
On the house and paths,
Melting at Katya's
On a warm palm.

Melting inaudibly
snowflake stars
And on the palm
Shine like tears.

Katya from a walk
Return home -
white fairy tale
She will dream at night.

A. Fet "Mom, look out the window"

Mother! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled, and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom?
You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

I. Surikov. Winter (detail)

White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the earth is quiet
Falling, laying down.
And in the morning with snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
All dressed him up.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up wonderful
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unshakable...
God's days are short
The sun shines a little
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.

M. Lukashkin. First Snow Festival

Not everyone knows this modern poetess. It's a pity. Check out one of her wonderful poems.

Take a look at the calendar
You won't believe your eyes!
There is none ... After all, the number
He chooses himself.

And about the month to us
It remains only to guess.
Will it come in October?
Will December wait?

But known, however,
Immutable law:
Not empty handed
He appears.

Give, as always,
Everyone! And in full measure.
Look around!
The day is no longer grey.

Holiday, like a painter,
Snow-white paint
I splashed everyone in the window,
Everyone was delighted with a fairy tale.

Opened our eyes
Gave hope for a miracle -
And went nowhere
Coming from nowhere.

Amazing day!
It has both freshness and bliss ...
The best holiday ever
First Snow Festival!

A. Barto. Not alone

We didn't eat, we didn't drink
They made a snow woman.

February snow, weak-weak,
Crumpled at hand
But just for the snowman
We need one like this.

We were hot to work
It's like there's no winter
As if took February from March
Warm day on loan.

Smiling as if alive
In the park, in silence
The snow woman got up
In a white coat.

But it's getting dark - that's a shame! —
The light of dawn goes out
The boys need to go home
Whatever you say!

Suddenly Natalka frowned,
She's only five years old
He says: - I feel sorry for the woman,
Why should she stand there? -

Soon the sound of the tram will subside
And the moon will rise
There will be a snow woman
Alone under the moon?!

We crowded around the woman,
Thought - how to be?
We have a friend to her at least
Need to get it.

We didn't eat, we didn't drink
They made a new grandmother.

Soon the sound of the tram will subside
And the moon will rise
Our snow woman
Will not be alone.

I am Akim. First snow

In the morning the cat brought on its paws
First snow!
First snow!
It tastes and smells
First snow!
First snow!
It is spinning, light, new,
The guys over their heads
He had a downy handkerchief
Spread on the pavement
It turns white along the fences,
He crouched on the lantern.
So soon, very soon
Sleighs will fly from the hills,
So it will be possible again
Build a fortress in the yard!

S. Kozlov. Winter

I will draw today
Winter, snowy.
forest, road
Everything is covered in snow.
Black raven on a stack.

And fences, and gates,
To the black hole of the path ...
Smoke from the chimneys, in the snow of the house -
Real winter!

I wave a brush -
And from the sky
Suddenly flakes of snow fall.

Here the forest disappeared behind the snow.
The raven on the haystack disappeared.

The road is no longer visible.
Now you can't see the haystack...

No fences, bullfinches,
Swallowed fields and forests,
Only the snow is falling more and more,
Thicker, happier, more generous!

And you people know (folk)

And you people know
Equip the sled!
Meet winter!
Praise frost!
With deep snow!
Long evenings!

Continuation - poems for children aged 5 years and older can be found in the article

You will find more New Year's poems for children in the articles:

Zimushka-winter
Tatyana Bokova

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.

I'm going!
Tatyana Bokova

I'm going! I'm going down the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm going! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm going! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. Up is harder.
And the birds chirp: "Have pity on the horse!
Run with your feet to the house
And help grandma to carry the sled."

winter meeting
I.S. Nikitin

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.

Winter evening
A. S. Pushkin

A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be happy.
Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.

Winter morning
A.S. Pushkin

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

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

Mother! look out the window
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

The sun froze to ice
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And pinches a painful nose
Angry Santa Claus. -

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

Even though we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Snowflakes all around.

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

Bullfinches
A. Prokofiev

Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
well treated,
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.

I know what to think
Agniya Barto

I know what to think
No more winter
So that instead of high snowdrifts
Green hills all around.

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

All the trees are in white coats,
Soft falling snow
In the windows the lights sparkle -
The New Year is coming!

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

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

New Year's miracle
Shakirov Shamil

On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire
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 the New Year is 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.

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

Enchantress Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.

And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Magically enchanted by sleep
All entangled, all bound
Light downy chain…

Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.

New Year's dreams
Shakirov Shamil

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...

Tricky sled
I. Bursov

My sled drives by itself
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I can't get on top
Sledge - from a place and running ...
My sled drives by itself
Carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill my sled
Behind the snowdrift they are waiting for me.
Naughty, bored them
Climb up alone.

Three
A. Bosev

Three on a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the ground -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
Me, Winter and sleds.

The creak of steps along the white streets, Lights in the distance...
Athanasius Fet

The creak of footsteps along the white streets, the lights in the distance;
Crystals gleam on the icy walls.
Silver fluff hung from the eyelashes in the eyes,
The silence of the cold night occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps, and everything goes numb, just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself is shy to die in the cold.

How many different hats!
Emma Moshkovskaya

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

Blue and white
Frantisek Grubin

White winter. All in frost.
The snowman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snowman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, an eccentric, I do not need heat.
I live in harmony with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and hoarfrost?
The earth is white. The sky is blue.

Sled
Semyon Ostrovsky

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

With the advent of cold
Semyon Ostrovsky

Why with the advent of cold
Are the tracks crunchy?
Because puddles at night
Glass was inserted into the windows.

Winter brightened up...
M. Pozharov

Winter brightened up:
Fringe on the dress
From transparent ice
Snowflake stars.
All in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights
Radiance pours around
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
light visions,
Tricky weaves.
You, blizzard, weirdo,
Round dance backwaters,
Fly up like a whirlwind of white
Gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Save magical dreams:
Wait, dressed in brocade,
New dawn!

Feed the birds
A. Yashin

Feed the birds in winter!
Let from all over
They will flock to you, like home,
Stakes on the porch.
Their food is poor.
Need a handful of grain
One handful - and not terrible
They will have winter.
How many of them die - do not count,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And the birds are warm.
Is it possible to forget:
Could fly away
And stayed for the winter
Along with people.
Train the birds in the cold
To your window
So that without songs it was not necessary
We welcome spring!

Winter sings - calls out
Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.

And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.

Locomotive
Semyon Ostrovsky

I roll like a locomotive -
A pair of legs instead of wheels.
The guy is strong - first class ...
From under the cap - a pair of eyes.
Emits mouth and nose
Steam clubs. The steam is white.
On a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.

Well, winter! .. Snowdrift, cold ...
V. Alexandrov

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,
Snow moisture will be shed.

Well, the wind!
Walter De la Mer

Well, the wind! Well, the wind!
How strong and cheerful!
He hung his snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where summer time
In daisies a gentle meadow,
Now with a veil of snow
Pulled all around.
Waiting for sunrise
Under the big moon
Shines, sparkles nature
Silver and gray.
All covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose red?

The cold has come
Agniya Barto

Wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!

Andrey is wearing quilted jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Striped scarf Andreyka
The sisters brought

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket motley.
Like a pole, baby
Equipped sisters.

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

Freezing day...
Valentin Berestov

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 strangely enough, she has already arrived.
And not a single twig will sway
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

Snowstorms, blizzards and snowstorms...
How much rigmarole with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired I am of them!"
So grumbled the gloomy frost,
And ice bound the river without noise,
Trees covered with gray hair
And there was silence.

Favorite winter
Larisa Kasimova

beautiful winter,
It's frosty outside.
I'll get dressed quickly
And warm as much as possible!
I wear gloves
My mom knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I'll pull straight.
The whole lake is in ice
The trees are silver
And all around in the snow
And I'm going to ride.
I will ski down
From a steep mountain rather
I'll ride on a sled
And, falling, I will warm up.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times in the year
Where the rain comes unexpectedly.
When mushrooms grow
And buds swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
Let it be cold, but still
Blush, more fun
It looks like a holiday!

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The trick master was frosty.
And turned into snow
I responded with a trick to a trick.
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a mess!

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

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all the same artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
But there was also a barrier.
Glass windows were everywhere
And Morozko from vexation
Decided to hurt people.
He estimated with a cunning eye,
I took brushes, whitened, enamels -
And in the morning all the glass windows
There was no light in the house.

V. Leikin

And quietly dreaming about the summer:

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.

Winter is the most fun
Sasha Black

Winter is the most fun
Sit down by the stove by the red coals,
Hot cakes to eat
Climb into a snowdrift with bootlegs,
Run around the whole pond on skates
And jump straight into bed.

Spring is the most fun
Screaming through the green fields
With barboska sit on the hill
And think about the white winter
Fluffy willows break
And throw stones into the lake.

And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
Swimming, float on the wave,
Drive a squirrel from pine to pine
Light fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field ...

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

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skiing,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed all the time.

Winter forest
Semyon Ostrovsky

Golden autumn forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding is gone.

winter wonders
Alexandra Myasoedova

Everyone is in white hats.
Here! Winter has returned to us!
How many miracles in winter?
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
And frost on the window
And shadows on the wall.
And the snow sparkles in the sun
And if it's spring, then it melts in the sun.
Puddles form.
The cold will calm down
And sadly I look into the distance
Wonderful winter...
What a pity!
It was like a dream.

winter colors
V. Fetisov

Harvested winter
Paint all for all by herself.
Field - the best whitewash,
Dawns - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sequins.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
As an artist, paints in different ways:
who plays - paints red.
Who is afraid to move -
blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint differently!

Winter morning
Viktor Lunin

The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
Close to the lake
Down in the sky.
The trails hid, whitened
delicate lace,
Light, snowy.
A sparrow, a small bird,
Little bird, foolish,
Wants to hide from the blizzard
He wants to hide, but he doesn't know how.
And his wind circles the sky,
And carries it in a pure field,
From the slope, into the dusk of the forest ...
Goryushko bitter, Poor little bird!
The blizzard groans, the clouds drive
- Hid all the ways, so as not to pass.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around ...

Winter-needlewoman
E. Yavetskaya

Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
White things tirelessly knits:

She sewed, knitted and was very tired!

Winter
I. Surikov

Like a veil all dressed him.

Winter
Petr Komarov

Like a bear in a den
The river is covered with ice
And the winter sun shines
And in the field - a frosty haze.
All in hoarfrost - in a dove-gray scrawl -
The birch stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny scribbles
Fox with fluffy tail.

Winter
E. Rusakov

Until March, the ponds are chained,
But how warm are the houses!
Wraps gardens in snowdrifts
Careful winter.
Snow falls from birches
In drowsy silence.
Summer frost paintings
Draws on the window.

Winter evening
Mikhail Isakovsky

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

Winter evening is short,
Leaned over the table
Do you write, do you read?
Whether you think about what.

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

Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
Empty all the ways
Friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.

The blizzard swept up the track, -
It's not easy to get through.
But the fire in your window
Seen very far.

I walked in the winter along the swamp
Daniil Kharms

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

I ran to the river
And he ran into the forest,
I attached two planks to my feet,
Sat down, jumped up and disappeared.

And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
"What strange
Planks and incomprehensible hooks!"

This will be a cat house
M. Lapisova

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

The creak of footsteps along the white streets
Athanasius Fet

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.

wonderful picture
Athanasius Fet

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

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

Mother! look out the window
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya

The winter is merry
With skates and sleighs
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated tree
The lanterns swing.
May the winter be cheerful
It doesn't end anymore!

Happy winter has come
V. Korkin

Snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates.
Happy winter has come!

The sun froze to ice
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And pinches a painful nose
Angry Santa Claus. -

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

Even though we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
A merry winter has come -
Snowflakes all around.

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

Freezing
Valentin Berestov

Snowstorms, blizzards and snowstorms...
How much rigmarole with them,
How much noise, push!
How tired I am of them!"
So grumbled the gloomy frost,
And ice bound the river without noise,
Trees covered with gray hair
And there was silence.

Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky

The trick master was frosty.
Frost said: "Enough tears!" -
And turned into snow
Rain for the third day in a row.
I responded with a trick to a trick.
My trick is called "Sleight of Hand".
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a mess!

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

Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all the same artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus out of boredom, or something,
I decided to climb into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Through the window climbed to them soon.
But there was also a barrier.
Glass windows were everywhere
And Morozko from vexation
Decided to hurt people.
He estimated with a cunning eye,
I took brushes, whitened, enamels -
And in the morning all the glass windows
There was no light in the house.

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

When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow,
Here the bunny turns white.
He did not jump to the south, but climbed into the hole,
So what, tell me, is he interested
Risk your small body?
From the fox will be buried in white snow
And sits like a snowdrift. And I don't care.
And quietly dreaming about the summer:
How will he ride on the green meadow
Light green coat.

I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky

I am Winter. I love frost.
I bring people to tears.
And I don't waste them.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Winter is the most fun

Winter dream
Agniya Barto

I dreamed of mountains at night ...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are near the village
Rushed across the virgin land,
And at night snow and skiing,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed all the time.

Winter-needlewoman
E. Yavetskaya

Again in the worries of winter-needlewoman -
Let nature dress warmly.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
White things tirelessly knits:
Sleepy trees - fluffy hats,
Christmas trees - mittens knits on the paws.
She sewed, knitted and was very tired!
Ah, spring will come soon...

Winter
I. Surikov

White snow, fluffy in the air is spinning
And quietly falls to the ground, lays down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
Like a veil all dressed him.
A dark forest that covered itself with a wonderful hat
And fell asleep under it soundly, soundly ...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Here come the frosts - and winter has come.
A peasant worker pulled out a sledge,
Children build snow mountains.
For a long time the peasant has been waiting for winter and cold,
And he covered the hut with straw from the outside.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not inflate snow.
He is now calm - everything around is covered,
And he is not afraid of the evil frost, angry.

This will be a cat house
M. Lapisova

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

lucky so lucky
Kindness Nastya

Outside the window white-white,
There has been a lot of snow.
To all girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

Skis "to the feet", poles to the hands,
They are not bored today.
Straight from the early morning
The kid ran away.

Who is on the hill, who is on the tower,
Fresh air is better than books!
Who has his horse
The one with the skates on the rink.

Sledges are now anywhere,
They rush to the very pond.
Be careful guys
There is melt water in the river!

Someone fortress made of snow
Protects from attacks
Someone is making snowmen -
Winter days are full of fun.

Outside the window white-white,
There has been a lot of snow.
To all girls and boys
Lucky so lucky!

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

Sledging
Kvitko L. M.

I'm warm in my earflaps!
I grab the sled
I'm climbing the mountain
I'm flying downhill.
For me it's empty
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rolling!
Suddenly the sled rushed...
My earflaps are missing.
She fell into the snow!
I'm falling too.
The sledges go on
They spin merrily.
Rope through the snow
Curls like a snake.
I found earflaps
I'm chasing the sled
I'm climbing the mountain
I'm flying downhill.
For me it's empty
The easiest -
Ride standing:
See - I'm rolling!

Freezing
Kvitko L. M.

I ran over the fence
And Frost stands and waits,
He walked beside me
Not one step behind.
Our shirts are in the yard
They dance on a rope with the wind.
I'm running - Frost is after me!
Frost attacked the linen,
Sharp ice dust
Ran right through him.
Grabbed and hard made -
And the clothes are frozen.
Put it on the snow - it won't fall.
Push it - it will go.
I barely pushed
The sheet went first
And the shirt walked
Spread out the sleeves.
And tailor Frost
Pricks the cheeks, cuts the nose.
The wind rushed towards
He jumped on my shoulders.
Wind - ice rider -
It whistles loudly in the back.
Ate the frozen ones are cracking,
The sleigh creaks in the snow.

On the rink
Kvitko L. M.

Run, run,
run, run,
Meet the violent wind
To ring
To carry
To burn your cheeks!
roll out early morning
Both on sleds and without sleds
on the logs,
On the log
On the knees,
On the back,
If only down, if only in the snow,
If only to move out before everyone else!
The frost sends snow-blizzards
Get the kids out of bed.
Bored in the field alone
We will sing a song to him:
"Naughty and bold,
White-white-white
You come from the mountains
Pull us out into the yard.
You are with us all winter
Rushing after the sled
Pinch your ears painfully
All roads dry.
On the ponds, by the river
You built us skating rinks
Spread them wide and far,
Made strong as steel!"

First snow
Hamal Gella

It snowed late at night
First-first.
He surprised everyone in the morning,
White-white.
Dad came out on the threshold:
- Well, business!
This is winter snow
Brought.
Mom sees snow in the garden:
– Oh and ah!
And which one will I go to now?
Boots?
Leshka came out early in the morning:
- Snow! Hooray!
Get skates and sleds
It's time!
Keshka-cat looks out the window
On the road:
"Someone spilled milk...
so many!"

Here comes the winter
(V. Kalinkin)

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

The guys came out
From kindergarten.
First snow -
Rejoice for the kids.

Curls in the street
light fluff,
Children admire:
How good!

FREEZING DAY
(P. Obraztsov)

Frost crackles. The rivers are frozen.
Birch trees tremble by the river.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
Coals crackle.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In cozy room warmth
Fine patterns melt
On painted glass.

Snow
(A. Barto)

Snow, snow is spinning
White all street!
We gathered in a circle
Rolled up like snow.

Pie
(P. Voronko)

Snow fell on the threshold.
The cat made himself a cake.
In the meantime, sculpted and baked,
The pie flowed in a stream.
Bake pies for yourself
Not from dough - from flour.

We rode on sleds
(L. Dyakonov)

We rode on sleds,
And said goodbye
and met...
We said goodbye to winter!
We met with spring!

Sledging

In warm coats and earflaps
Snowy winter time
Kids on a fast sled
A whirlwind rushes from the steep mountain.

Childish faces in the wind
They flared up with a flare.
Let the prickly snow gather dust
Let the angry frost get angry -
All the guys do not care!

Sled
(S. Ostrovsky)

The sleds are going down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

Wizard
(K. Bilych)

Frost is magic!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet.
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all the windows for us overnight!

(I. Surikov)

White hats on white birches
White hare on white snow.
White pattern on the branches from frost.
I'm running on white snow on skis!

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

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing
Who is taller
Who is lower.
Who is quieter
Who on the run
Who's on the ice
And who in the snow.
From the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Wow!
Breathtaking!

Zimushka-winter
(M. Plyatskovsky)

Skis are coming down the hill - closer, closer!
Sleighs are coming down the hill - themselves, themselves!
Children's fun - left, right!
There is an echo - laughter, laughter!
It pours so much snow - from the sky, from the sky!
Frost on the trees - blue, blue!
Rushing from a snowy hill - happiness, happiness!

The cat sings, squinting his eyes;
The boy is napping on the carpet.
A storm is playing outside
The wind is whistling in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here, -
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, go to sleep."
The boy stood up, and the cat with his eyes
He spent and sings everything;
The snow falls in tufts at the windows,
The storm whistles at the gate.

snowball
(N. Nekrasov)

Snow flutters, spins,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass

Where the finches sang in summer
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
On the branches of snowmen.

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

(V. Bokov)

Winter is white
The wires are thin.
Drop things
Get your skates on!
Devils monogram,
Start dancing.
Winter is not winter
If you don't ride.

Winter in the forest
(N.Goncharov)

Has piled up,
Navyuzhilo.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pines
On the bushes
They ate in white coats.
And tangled in the branches
Stormy blizzards.

Winter
(A. Krylov)

Klen shakes his head.
-Give me your gloves!
- Happy winter! -
Tits whistled.

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

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

And the magpie at the gate
spreading rumors,
What fly to our garden
Blue flies!

Only such a gossip
We no longer believe.
There is a big frost in the yard -
Close the doors.

Sledges are asking for a walk,
The skis creaked.
And climbs into the stove to sleep
Our kitten is red.

He is not a sled rider
And not a skier.
Only paws warms.
This is what he can do!

Winter with undisguised pleasure pushes autumn forward, bringing its snow-white plume over cities, villages, forests and fields. People have already taken out warm clothes from the closets and are quickly running about their business and again hurrying home. It's cold... We offer to meet the first harbingers of winter with children's poems about winter. May it be soft and kind, and the New Year cheerful and joyful.

More Christmas Poems:

Winter morning

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

A.S. Pushkin

From the poem Eugene Onegin

Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magic winter is coming
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On firewood updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow;
Reins fluffy exploding,
A remote wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Planting a bug in a sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The scoundrel already froze his finger:
It hurts and it's funny
And his mother threatens him through the window.

Winter sings - calls out

Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

Chilled little birds
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
A blizzard with a furious roar
Knocks on the shutters hung
And getting more and more angry.

And gentle birds doze
Under these whirlwinds of snow
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty.

S. Yesenin

Birch

White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels have blossomed with a white fringe.
And there is a birch in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily going around,
Sprinkle the branches with new silver.

Such frost!

Such frost!
Takes by the nose
Moves to tears!
Such a crackling frost
stuck,
Got tired, bored.
Such frost!
Such frost!
Cover your nose -
Grown to the eyebrows.
Such frost!
Healthy,
Goes - crunches
Expensive.

N. Aseev

Sleeping frost

Snowdrifts - pillows,
Snow lies like a blanket.
The frost is sleeping on the edge,
Having worked a lot.
With ice he forged the rivers -
Tired of work.

V. Schwartz

Christmas tree

Would be at the Christmas tree
legs,
She would run
Along the track.
She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.
Would spin on the Christmas tree
Toys -
colorful lanterns,
Flappers.
Would spin on the Christmas tree
Flags
From crimson, from silver
Papers.
Would laugh at the Christmas tree
Matryoshkas
And they would clap for joy
In the palms
Because tonight
At the gate
Happy New Year has arrived!
new, new,
Young,
With a golden beard!

K. Chukovsky

December

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Run to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times!

Samuil Marshak

January

Opening the calendar
January begins.

In January, in January
Lots of snow in the yard.

Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
Stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky.

Samuil Marshak

February

The winds blow in February
Howling in the pipes loudly.
Serpentine winds on the ground
Light ground.

Above the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft links.
Glory to the native army
On her birthday!

Samuil Marshak

I know what to think

I know what to think
No more winter
So that instead of high snowdrifts
Green hills all around.

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

Agniya Barto

Snowflakes

snowflakes fly,
Almost invisible
How many are always there in winter.
And here I am a snowflake
Fluffy ice floe -
Finally caught by hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal ice...
On a warm palm
There was a tear left.

Arkady Melnikov

If the wind whirls around,
Puddles glazed during the night,
And they packed me
In a hundred clumsy clothes,
On the trees, on the eaves
Lace and fringe
It means - on snowflakes
WINTER has fallen to us.

E. Bulgakova

New coat

Rushed into the forest
First snow.
asked
But overnight...
frightened
Not a joke
Try on began
Bunny fur coat!
Without a needle
Without a tailor
The new coat is ready!

G. Novitskaya

Snowflakes

Who are the snowflakes
Did you do these?
For work
Who is responsible?
- I! Santa Claus answered
And grabbed me
For the nose!

G. Novitskaya

* * *

Walks the street
Santa Claus,
Hoarfrost scatters
On the branches of birches;
Walks with a beard
White shakes,
stomping foot,
There is only crackling.
Ile breathes on the windows
Smoky huts
Yes, he writes patterns
Looking at guys...

S. Drozhzhin

Three

On a snowy meadow
I,
Winter
And sleds.
Only the ground
Snow will cover -
We are going to three.
Having fun in the meadow -
I,
Winter
And sleds.

A.Bosev

* * *

For whom will you sing, blizzard,
In silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That in the den they sleep soundly.

* * *

It has been snowing since morning
Happy snow kids.
Snow in the gazebo
snow on the leaves,
Snow on Sveta's eyelashes.

Freezing

Door
Will you open -
And frost
Funny
And bright
Will move in
To the house
How
Locomotive,
In white
Clubs
Pair!

T.Belozerov

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.

I'm going!

I'm going! I'm going down the forest path!
I greet oak, birch, pine.
I'm going! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm going! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. Up is harder.
And the birds chirp: “Have pity on the horse!
Run with your feet to the house
And help grandma to carry the sled.”

Tatyana Bokova

Snowman

All around me is fun, childish noise and screaming.
Today the housewarming is celebrated by the Snowman.
Bucket on the head
Great carrot nose.
All winter I keep order in the yard.
I look around with ember eyes.
To make more sense
The janitor gave me a whisk!
May summer never come to my yard.
I'm better for the health of snow and cold.
That's just a snowman
No need to tease me!

Tatyana Bokova

Like on a hill, on a mountain

Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who is on the sled
Who is skiing
Who is taller
Who is lower
Who is quieter
Who on the run
Who's on the ice
And who in the snow.
From the hill - wow
Up the hill - wow!
Wow!
Breathtaking!

B. Belash

End of winter

Where are the blizzards, where is the frost?
The nose does not freeze in the yard.
Only breathed in the spring,
River ice is moving away
White boats
Following the blizzards.

A. Prokofiev

On the hill

Go around at least all the yards -
Better not to find mountains.
Carefully! Watch out!
The kids are going down
Standing, sitting, kneeling
On cardboard and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh hoo, see for yourself
What a miracle this sleigh is:
Barely five of us sat down,
And rushed off with the wind!
In a straight line to the turn
Someone left behind...
Ran into a snowdrift:
Who arrived, on the side - clap!

N. Gorodetskaya

New skis

I bought skis yesterday.
I dreamed about them for a long time.
At night, snow lay on the roof.
Looked out the window in the morning
I see the snow is melting on the hill,
The sun is shining bright
In streams and puddles, the yard ...
What a misfortune!
For a long time
I dreamed of skiing in the cold.
I saw them a hundred times in my dreams.
And now I'm walking through the puddles
And I carry them on my back.

I. Shutko

First snow

On the trees, on the alleys
Snow flies whiter flour
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
Squeeze snow in hand
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
How happy he is for everyone.

I. Melnichuk

Letter

It came to us
One letter
It was strange.
Instead of stamps
three snowflakes,
And the envelope
From pure ice
And the letter is not on the sheet,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I will come to you
I'll fly to the blizzards
I will dance and spin
I will cover the earth with snow,
Trees and houses...
And signed: "WINTER"

I. Pivovarova

Let the snow warm

Oleg does not go for a walk,
Does not take snow in his hands:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mumbles, -
Let the snow get warmer

I. Melnichuk

Reluctant in the morning...

Reluctant in the morning
Winter has been busy
Fallen leaves
Sweeping in the garden.
Then to work
Got it hot
And covered with ice
Silent stream.
After,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pines,
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until the spring.

V. Mezinov

Snowman

Come on buddy, be brave buddy
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And it will become a snowman.
His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will bake a little -
Alas! - and no snowman.

V. Egorov

Snowman

In the middle of our yard
The snowman stood yesterday.
We made it ourselves
He had a lush mustache.
And today outside the window
Streams flowed all around.
At night the snowman disappeared.
Maybe he went into the forest?
We kindly ask you guys
If the snowman is mustachioed
Meet on the way
Help us find.

D. Chuyako

Snowman

Who is that at the hillock?
You won't even understand right away.
This is little Yegorka
Doesn't look like Yegor.
Eyebrows covered with snow
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman got up.

V. Simonov

Snowfall

Snowfall, snowfall!
The garden is covered with snow
And swamps, and meadows,
And river banks
And mountain paths
And the fields are spacious.
Everything around is white-white,
All roads are covered.
Oaks in white quilted jackets,
They ate in white dresses.
White hares are happy:
It will be easier to hide.

I. Vasilevsky

Snow Maiden

To visit us in a white coat
The Snow Maiden has arrived.
- Snow Maiden, Snow Maiden,
What did you bring us?
Snow Maiden, Snow Maiden
Rub your eyes with your hands:
- I'm not a Snow Maiden at all,
I'm a boy Yura - here!

S. Kogan

Snowflakes

white snowflakes,
light fluff,
Like sparks are burning
On the palms of the guys.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.

N. Goncharov

Snowflakes

downy snowflakes,
Funny, alive!
You spin, twinkle
In the silence of the forest
And cover the ground
Shiny silver.

A. Lipetsky

Snowflakes

At my sister, at Marina,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Look - no snowflakes to be seen!
Who took the snowflakes
My Marina?

M. Rodina

Icicle

Sun, from dawn
You suck this icicle.
Eat your candy soon
To end the winter!

G. Vieru

Icicle

The icicle was afraid of heights,
The icicle began to cry from fright;
And so again came the slush,
And so again you are in galoshes.

A. Kondratiev

Oleg is surprised

Oleg is surprised:
Why is there snow on the roof?
Don't ride on the roof
No sledding, no skiing.

V. Kudlachev

puppy and snow

The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn't understand anything.
- Why so many white flies
Crawled into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?
He opened his mouth - and grab the snow -
And began to chew thoughtfully.
Chews, chews, but that's the trouble!
There is only water on the tongue.
Completely confused puppy
And lay back in the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, just small
And I saw snow for the first time...

L. Dyakonov

Where is my finger?

Masha put on a mitten:
- Oh, where am I doing?
I don't have a finger, I'm gone
Didn't make it to my house.

Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
Seek, seek, and you will find.
Hello finger! How are you?

N. Sakonskaya

snow queen

It has winter all year round.
Crystal house on the corner
And she lives in it...
Cheerful,
ruddy,
Kind, gentle -
Snow queen!

Another sorceress like this
Not to be found in the world:
July hot day
Will turn into frosty
Cheerful,
ruddy,
Kind, gentle -
Snow queen!

To the one who comes to visit her
magic path,
Gives a piece of winter
Wrapped in gold
Cheerful,
ruddy,
Kind, gentle -
Snow queen!

Even a child knows
There is no tastier dish
I always ask for more
Laughing back at me
Cheerful,
ruddy,
Kind, gentle -
Snow queen!

Mikhail Sadovsky

Ice protection

If for a long time
Make friends with the hill
All icy
Covered with crust:
felt boots, hat,
Pants and coats
Just not cold at all!
Very durable
Ice protection -
Wind and cold
Road Closed!

Mikhail Sadovsky