Snowflake
Light fluffy,
snowflake white,
What a pure
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not in the sky azure,
Asking for the ground.
Azure miraculous
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has fallen.
In the rays of shining
Slides, skillful,
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Trembling, uplifting,
On him, cherishing,
Light swings.
his swing
She is comforted
With his blizzards
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long
touches the earth,
Crystal star.
lies fluffy,
Snowflake is bold.
What a pure
What a white!
Konstantin Balmont
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.
Sergey Yesenin
Natalia Kalacheva. winter fantasy
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.
Athanasius Fet
Snow jam twists briskly,
A trio of strangers is rushing across the field.
Someone else's youth rushes on a troika.
Where is my happiness? Where is my joy?
Everything rolled away under a brisk whirlwind
Here on the same crazy trio.
Sergey Yesenin
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 chain downy...
Is the winter sun mosque
On him his ray oblique -
Nothing trembles in it
He will flare up and shine
Dazzling beauty.
Fedor Tyutchev
Fantasy
Like living sculptures, in sparks of moonlight,
The outlines of pines, firs and birches tremble a little;
The prophetic forest calmly slumbers, the bright shine of the moon accepts
And listens to the murmuring of the wind, all full of secret dreams.
Hearing the quiet moan of a blizzard, the pines whisper, the firs whisper,
It is comforting to rest in a soft velvet bed,
Remembering nothing, cursing nothing,
The branches are slender, bowing, listening to the sounds of midnight.
Someone's sighs, someone's singing, someone's mournful prayer,
And melancholy, and ecstasy, - the star sparkles as if,
It's like a light rain is streaming - and the trees dream something,
The fact that people do not dream, no one ever.
It is the spirits of the night that rush, it is their eyes that sparkle,
At the hour of deep midnight spirits rush through the forest.
What torments them, what worries them? What, like a worm, secretly gnaws at them?
Why can't their swarm sing the joyful hymn of Heaven?
Their singing sounds stronger and stronger, the languor in it is heard more and more,
Relentless striving unchanging sadness -
As if they are tormented by anxiety, a thirst for faith, a thirst for God,
It is as if they have so much torment, as if they are sorry for something.
And the moon keeps pouring radiance, and without flour, without suffering,
The outlines of prophetic fairy-tale trunks tremble a little;
They all doze so sweetly, listen indifferently to moans,
And with calmness they accept chats of clear bright dreams.
Konstantin Balmont
Winter road
Through the wavy mists
The moon is creeping
To sad glades
She pours a sad light.
On the winter road, boring
Troika greyhound runs
Single bell
Tiring noise.
Something is heard native
In the coachman's long songs:
That revelry is remote,
That heartache....
No fire, no black hut,
Wilderness and snow .... To meet me
Only miles striped
Come across alone...
Bored, sad ..... tomorrow, Nina,
Returning to my dear tomorrow,
I'll forget by the fireplace
I look without looking.
Sounding hour hand
He will make his measured circle,
And, removing the boring ones,
Midnight won't separate us.
It's sad, Nina: my path is boring,
Dremlya fell silent my coachman,
The bell is monotonous
Foggy moon face.
A.S. Pushkin
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
December morning
In the sky a month - and night
Yet the shadow did not move,
Reigns itself, not realizing
That the day has already started, -
What though lazy and timid
Beam after beam
And the sky is still all over
At night it shines with triumph.
But two or three moments won't pass,
The night will evaporate over the earth,
And in full splendor of manifestations
Suddenly, the daytime world will embrace us ...
Fedor Tyutchev
Birch
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.
Sergey Yesenin
Konstantin Alekseevich. Winter landscape
First snow
Silver, lights and sparkles -
A whole world of silver!
Birches burn in pearls,
Black and naked yesterday.
This is the realm of someone's dream
It's ghosts and dreams!
All items of old prose
Illuminated by magic.
Crews, pedestrians,
White smoke on the sky.
The life of people and the life of nature
Full of new and holy things.
The embodiment of dreams
Life with a dream is a game
This world of charms
This world of silver!
Valery Bryusov
Winter morning
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.
Alexander Pushkin
Shishkin. In the wild north
In the wild north
Stands alone in the wild north
On the bare top of cocna.
And dozing, swaying, and loose snow
She is dressed like a robe.
And she dreams of everything that is in the distant desert -
In the region where the sun rises
Alone and sad on a rock with fuel
A beautiful palm tree is growing.
Mikhail Lermontov
I'm on the first snow delirium.
In the heart are lilies of the valley of flashing forces.
Evening blue candle star
He lit up my road.
I don't know if it's light or dark?
In more often the wind sings or a rooster?
Maybe instead of winter in the fields,
The swans sat on the meadow.
You are good, O white surface!
A light frost warms my blood.
So I want to press to the body
Bare breasts of birches.
Oh forest, dense dregs!
Oh, the joy of the snow-covered fields!
So I want to close my hands
Over the woody thighs of the willows
Sergey Yesenin
Shishkin. Winter forest
Savrasov. Winter landscape
Poems about winter for children in the light, interesting form convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun and New Year holidays. Snowballs from snow-white fluffy snow, snowman making, slides - children's favorite entertainment.
Kids quickly memorize understandable rhymes of poems about winter for children who can tell during a children's New Year's party or a family meeting. Colorful lines will help to spend frosty evenings with benefit, giving a good mood not only to kids, but also to you, dear parents.
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone is cold in winter
Run faster to the house.
The sun remains.
Who will keep him warm?
It used to be warm
They were happy with the sun.
And now admire
Snowfall dance.
I will draw the sun
In my album
And it seems to be
Lighter in the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know:
Don't worry, sunshine!
I'll warm you.
White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
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.
Snow everywhere
Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.
From dawn to dawn
Glory to the winter bullfinches.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
black ice
Does not go and does not go
Because ice.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?
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.
Zimushka-winter
Rushing in an ice carriage
Zimushka-winter,
The wind beats its wings
Sleepy houses.
Blooming squares, parks
Snow white.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.
Everything is angrier, angrier, angrier
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.
We are snowflakes
We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We are not averse to spinning.
We are ballerina snowflakes
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out snow.
We whitewashed the trees
Roofs covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And saved from the cold.
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.
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"
Winter has come
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!
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.
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
snow family
Near the house snow grandfather
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the district,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
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.
Three on a snowy meadow
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.
Let's go build a snowman...
Let's go make a snowman!
Take a bucket, carrots, panicle!
Let's go ice skating!
Let's ride the hill!
Let's go play snowballs in the yard!
Just dress warmly!
Mittens on the stove - take it!
Warmly let your hands warm!
Let's not miss
The opportunity to become a child for a moment!
And time to stop growing old -
We will lose this race!
Winter can't last forever!
And the snow still lies, bye!
Everything in our life is fleeting!
Let's go make a snowman!
Frosty morning
The sun is warming
Shines brightly in the morning.
Floating in the clear sky
Not meeting the clouds.
All around in a radiant light,
Loud chirping here and there.
Like it's about summer
Despite all the cold.
Only steam when talking
Yes blush on the cheeks
The cold of the morning will not hide
in golden rays.
Magic night
Trees in the garden in the frost like in a fairy tale
Frozen in a deep silver sleep.
And the branches that lost their colors in autumn
Covered in snow, they glisten in the moonlight.
The laughter of the children on the sled is heard.
The sky is a twinkle of bright lights.
Round dances are circling in bizarre masks
Neighbors at the spruce, in the burning window.
snow garden
Opening wide the windows
Early morning in October
Boundless-surprised
Stayed for two minutes!
I stood spellbound
admiring the beauty,
What is behind the window frame
Shine before me!
Instead of golden leaves
On the trees between the branches
The snow sparkled silver
Infinity of lights!
Everything is shrouded in sparkling
snow-white veil,
Illuminating with bright brilliance
The autumn garden is icy!
Winter - the frost is getting stronger, snow is spinning outside the window, rosy children are merrily rolling down the hill, and the houses are warm, cozy ... Read the poems we have selected about winter - maybe you want to go outside and play snowballs ?! Why sit at home when there is such snow-white beauty outside the window!
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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!
M. Pozharova
***
The cold has come
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!
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us
And not just summer.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter dream
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.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter evening
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.
A. S. Pushkin
***
Tricky sled
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
No motor, no horse.
And under the hill my sled
Behind the snowdrift they are waiting for me.
Naughty, bored them
Climb up alone.
I. Bursov
***
Winter is the most fun
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 the rye on the wagons to the ground ...
Sasha Black
***
Birch
White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
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.
Sergey Yesenin
***
Winter has come
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!
I. Chernitskaya
***
On skates
Skating like the wind
Along the forest edge…
Mittens on hands
Hat on top…
One-two! this is where it slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
Crunched, grunted ice,
The wind blows from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! on a slippery slope...
One and two! funny feet...
One-two! forward and forward...
Sasha Black
***
Bullfinches
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.
A. Prokofiev
***
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
***
Winter
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.
I. Surikov
Konstantin Balmont “SNOWFLAKE”
Light fluffy,
snowflake white,
What a pure
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not in the sky azure,
Asking for the ground.
Azure miraculous
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has fallen.
In the rays of shining
Slides, skillful,
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Trembling, uplifting,
On him, cherishing,
Light swings.
his swing
She is comforted
With his blizzards
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long
touches the earth,
Crystal star.
lies fluffy,
Snowflake is bold.
What a pure
What a white!
Evgeny Baratynsky
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.
Athanasius Fet
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.
Athanasius 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!”
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.
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.
Samuil Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. 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 “ALL YEAR ROUND. 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!
Sergey Mikhalkov "WHITE POEMS"
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!
Happy gray titmouse:
Birds freeze in the cold
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
Puppy on a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered
Everything around is white-white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough business for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For big trucks.
The snow is spinning
Snow falls -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Happy snow beast and bird
And, of course, the man!
Only a janitor, only a janitor
He says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
All day the scraper scrapes,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats have left me
And the circle is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
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.
Daniil Kharms
I walked in the winter along the swamp
in galoshes,
In Hat
And with 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!”
Mikhail Isakovsky “WINTER EVENING”
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.
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.
Sergey Yesenin “BIRCH”
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.
Alexander Blok “THE OLD HUT”
dilapidated hut
All covered in snow.
old grandmother
Looks out the window.
For the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Cheerful for the kids
Fast sled run...
running, laughing,
Making a snow house
ringing loudly
Voices all around...
In the snow house
Razor game…
Fingers get cold
It's time to go home!
Drink tea tomorrow
Looking out the window -
But the house has melted,
It's spring outside!
Nikolai Nekrasov "SNOW"
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.
- For whom will you eat, blizzard,
In silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That in the den they sleep soundly.
Bunin Ivan “FIRST SNOW”
Smell of winter cold
In fields and forests.
Lit up with bright purple
Heaven before sunset.
The storm blew through the night,
And with the dawn on the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow fell.
And today over the wide
white tablecloth fields
We said goodbye to the belated
A string of geese.
A.S. Pushkin "WINTER MORNING"
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.
A.S. Pushkin
What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.
And all of Moscow sleeps peacefully...
Poems about winter for children are filled with a fabulous atmosphere. There are snowballs, sleds, snowmen, and a lot of snow, loved by everyone.
Website "Mom can do anything!" collected the most interesting and understandable poems for children about winter. Kids will quickly remember them and will be able to tell them at the matinee in kindergarten or just family.
First snow
On the trees, on the alleys
Snow flies whiter flour
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)
Frost is a wizard
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!
(K. Bilic)
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)
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone is cold in winter
Run faster to the house.
The sun remains.
Who will keep him warm?
It used to be warm
They were happy with the sun.
And now admire
Snowfall dance.
I will draw the sun
In my album
And it seems to be
Lighter in the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know:
Don't worry, sunshine!
I'll warm you.
(Lydia Slutskaya)
Birch
White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
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.
(S. Yesenin) 
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)
Snow everywhere
Everywhere snow, in the snow at home -
Winter brought him.
Hurry up to us
She brought us snowmen.
From dawn to dawn
Glory to the winter bullfinches.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
(A. Brodsky)
Winter
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.
(E. Rusakov)
Zimushka-winter
Rushing in an ice carriage
Zimushka-winter,
The wind beats its wings
Sleepy houses.
Blooming squares, parks
Snow white.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.
(T. Bokova)
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
(A. Prokofiev)
We are snowflakes
We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We are not averse to spinning.
We are snowflakes - ballerinas,
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out snow.
We whitewashed the trees
Roofs covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And saved from the cold.
Winter has come
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!
(I. Chernitskaya) 
Sled
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)
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at the snowmen.
Arrived, arrived
The flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost-Red Nose
He brought them rowanberries.
Well sweetened.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet bunches.
(A. Prokofiev)
puppy and snow
The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn't understand anything.
Why are there 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)
snow family
Near the house snow grandfather
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the district,
He calls his girlfriend.
We became at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
(M. Vainilaitis)
snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snowman
Blinded at home.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
Nobody will pass
Nobody gets through.
Adults and children love it
Gun hair
The wind shakes her.
She is familiar
Already all the kids
And the Bug keeps barking:
- Alien in the yard!
(I. Demyanov)
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.
(Z. Aleksandrova) 
morning cat
Brought on paws
First snow!
First snow!
He has
Taste and smell
First snow!
First snow!
He's spinning
Easy,
New,
The guys over their heads
He managed
Down scarf
spread out
On the pavement
He turns white
Along the fence
crouched
On the lantern -
Means,
Soon,
Very soon
Will fly
Sled
From the hills.
Means,
Can be
Again
build a fortress
In the courtyard!
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.
