The first sunny day the spring breeze blows, sparrows. Spring poems for children. If the snow is melting everywhere

SPRING POEMS FOR CHILDREN (1)

In April

The first sunny day
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours,
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
(V. Orlov)

In the April forest

It's nice in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

When April knocks on the window

When out the window
April is knocking
I, having left the city,
I'm going to the field -
Listen
Lark trill,
Enjoy the spring
Enough!
I love to watch
How to take your time
The soul awakens in her!

And the sun - a red stripe -
flies
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
Can't feel my feet!
(G. Novitskaya)

Spring guest

Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me...”
(K. Ldov)

Starling song

- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You'll sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run after the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth!.. –
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the starling's song,
And the snow was already melting,
He didn't have time
Listen to it to the end.
(L. Fadeeva)

Hello Spring!

Spring flower in the new grass
A gentle eye squints.
A goldfinch sat on a maple tree
A green branch.

Love the yellow-breasted bird:
The heights are in clear brilliance,
The sun is shining, joy is everywhere, -
Hello, dear spring!
(M. Pozharova)

Everything turned green...

Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.

The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.

Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.
(S. Drozhzhin)

Wonderful color

I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Now
It's clear,
Why in the spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows -
Color.
(Kh. Gainutdinov)

Spring is coming

It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
it was flowing through the yard.

It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.

I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.

Passers-by say:
- Spring is coming! –
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.
(A. Barto)

Put on post
In the spring itself,
Standing at attention
With my palms down,
With white gloves,
Like a sentry
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)

Snowdrop

Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks into the sky - light, gentle.
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
(I. Emelyanov)

Snowdrop

In the forest, where the birch trees crowded together,
A blue eye looked at Snowdrop.
Little by little first
He put out his green leg,
Then I stretched with all my little strength
And quietly asked:
\\"I see the weather is warm and clear,
Tell me, is it true that this is spring?\\"
(P. Solovyova)

Spring has a lot of work,
The rays help her:
They drive together on the roads
Talking streams,

They melt the snow, break the ice,
They warm everything around.
From under the pine needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.

Flowers on the thawed patch
The golden ones have blossomed
The buds are full, swollen,
Bumblebees fly from the nest.

Spring has a lot of worries,
But things are looking up:
The field became emerald
And the gardens are in bloom.
(T. Shorygina)

First bee

The sun barely came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at what it’s like in nature after the rains,
Like a curious and chatty ray
I let it slip: the weather should be warm.

And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul it’s warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very good.
(O. Fokina)

Spring fortune telling

Yablonka today
No time for sleep -
He looks joyfully
From under the handkerchief:
I told her something
Spring
In the palm of a young man
Leaflet.
She whispered something
And just a little light
I was going somewhere
Together with May...

Fortune telling will come true
Or not -
This is us in the fall
Let's find out.
(V. Orlov)

Live chain

The river is swollen
The kidney is swollen
Alive in the sky
The chain floats.
In the dawn blue
The flock is cooing,
Spring and summer
Connecting.
(V. Orlov)

The days are fine

The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky there is a warm sun,
Cheerful and kind.
All the rivers overflow
All the buds are opening,
Winter has gone with the cold,
The snowdrifts became puddles.
Having left the southern countries,
The friendly birds have returned.
On every branch there are squirrels
They sit and clean their feathers.
The time of spring has come,
It's time to bloom.
And that means the mood
It's spring for everyone!
(M. Plyatskovsky)

Spring was walking along the edge of the forest,
She carried buckets of rain,
Stumbled on a hill -
Buckets tipped over.

The drops rang
The herons began to scream.
The ants got scared:
The doors were locked.

Buckets with rain spring
I didn’t get it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to the skies
And it hung over the lake.

Miracles!
(V. Stepanov)

Green, red,
Bright May
The guys have coats
Take pictures
Trees
Dress in leaves,
Ring the streams
All day!
Where am I in May
I won't go
Everywhere I am the sun
I'll find it!
(S. Kaputikyan)

Spring is the most awaited time of the year. Winter has been going on for so long, and now, finally, the first rays of the gentle sun are awakening nature from its winter sleep.

Cheerful and playful poems about spring for children happily convey the spring mood of sunny days, murmuring streams and the approaching summer. Small children's poems in vivid images tell about spring natural phenomena. These are the first buds, the arrival of birds and, of course, green grass and yellow sun.

Spring

Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.

G. Novitskaya

Ding-ding-ding

“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Ding-la-la! In fact:
The end of winter has come!

V. Stepanov

Snowdrop

Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks at the sky - light, gentle
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..

Ivan Emelyanov

Sparrow

Sparrow ruffled
Feathers-
Alive and healthy
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun
With every feather
Yours.

V. Orlov

Scattered winter

They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.

Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.

In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree.

Zakhoder B.

Buds swell in spring

In the spring the buds swelled,
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches:
How many green noses!

T. Dmitriev

If the snow is melting everywhere

If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.

E. Karganova

Spring

Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.

Victor Lunin

The sun whispers

The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock

Vladimir Orlov

Spring months

Spring has a cheerful start -
March is on the threshold.
The drops are ringing merrily -
April is already rushing towards us.
May is quickly catching up with them,
He greets everyone with flowers.
Full of light and joy
All three months of spring.

Elena Erato

March

It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.

V. Orlov

Spring singers

Spring has a cheerful start -
March is already on the threshold,
Sky blue river,
The ships in it are clouds,
The starlings sing together like this,
They are spring singers,
And everything blooms around -
Spring is walking across the earth.

Elena Erato

To mom

I'll plant a sprout in a pot,
I'll put it on the window.
Hurry, sprout,
Open the flower -
I really, really need him.

The winds will rush outside the window
With a snowy winter,
But it will be higher
Every day:
Grow my flower!

When according to the calendar
The time of spring will come,
Eighth of March
I'll give my mother my flower!

Vera Shugraeva

Gift for mom

I love my mother.
I'll give her a gift.
I made the gift myself
From paper with paints.
I'll give it to my mom
Hugging tenderly.

Olga Chusovitina

March

All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March I took
And turned black.
Turned black with frustration
What people
The sun is welcome!

Mikhail Sadovsky

In April

The first sunny day

The spring breeze is blowing.

The sparrows had fun

In these warm hours,

And the icicles shed tears

And they hung their noses.

V. Orlov

In the April forest

G.Ladonshchikov

Martin

The Swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
Let it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!

Boris Zakhoder

In the meadow

The forests in the distance are more visible,
Blue skies
More noticeable and blacker
There is a stripe on the arable land,
And children's sounds are louder
Voices above the meadow.
Spring is passing by
But where is she herself?
Chu, a clear voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, subtle
A wave gurgles in the stream...

A. Blok

Admire spring is coming

Admire it spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan.
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams rustle through the ravines...
Soon you will have guests,
Look how many nests they will build!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dusk!

I. S. Nikitin

Victory Day

What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.

What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.

What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.

These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day?
This means no war.

A. A. Usachev

Spring color

Spring is just around the corner!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
The ice won't cover overnight
The sun drives winter away!
The kidneys swell with juice,
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They'll play! In the meantime
Colors of the sun by the river
The lights have appeared!
All! The frost is over!
Mimosas are blooming!

Vadim Kosovitsky

SPRING SONG

It's a spring day,
It's sunny on the hill.
Get ready, get ready, people,
Round dance!
Let's walk around
May spring be merry,
Let's start a round dance,
Binge drinking:
Hello, hello, spring!
Spring has arrived
In a hurry.
Spread the beauty
Green in the forest,
On the fields.
Oh you, fir-tree,
Ah, pine, you are pine,
You're not the only one who's green now
It's spring!
The spring air is like hops,
And intoxicating, cheerful,
And he calls
In a round dance.
We'll go around and around
You, spring, fly in
In a tight circle.
Smile, light up
And the whole meadow is full of flowers
Take it away!

(1906) S. M. Gorodetsky

Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
Its azuria alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!

The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!

The trees are still bare,
But in the grove there is a decaying leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.

Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful hymn to spring.

E. Baratynsky

Haunted cheerfully
Spring from the forest
The bear responded to her
Purring from sleep.
The bunnies galloped towards her,
A rook flew to her;
The hedgehog rolled after
Like a spiky ball.
The squirrel was alarmed,
Looking from the hollow, -
Fluffy waited
Light and warmth!
Poised himself proudly
Lightened boron;
On brown branches
A chorus of birds sounded.

L.Agracheva

In April

Met by the birds
In the early hours,
Clacks its hooves
Spring cavalry.

And not a bit at all
Dripping all around -
Small sabers
They sparkle with silver.

Agile in the snow
The cavalry is flying
Leaving black
Hoof pits.

V. Orlov

When April knocks on the window

When out the window
April is knocking
I, having left the city,
I'm going to the field -
Listen
Lark trill,
Enjoy the spring
Enough!
I love to watch
How to take your time
The soul awakens in her!

And the sun - a red stripe -
flies
Barely touching the ground
And joy jumps
Like a hare
And underneath
Can't feel my feet!

G. Novitskaya

WAITING FOR SPRING

Don't look for flowers in the winter fields, -
The whole ground was still covered with snow;
It’s warm for the flowers to rest under the snow;
When will the little ones wake up again?
Not all frosts and blizzards are alone, -
Warm, red days will come to us:
Spring will wander through the fields everywhere
And wake up the grove, and the field, and the river;
She, breaking the ice shackles,
Cold ones will remove the covers from nature,
Will wake up the flowers from their winter sleep, -
The little ones will look and say: “Spring!”

(1864) L.N.Modzalevsky

MARCH

Warm wind whirling,
Unlucky, messenger,
He's making trouble about spring, the naughty one,
Drowns, tramples thawed snow,
Plays around, rolls around,
The lead singer is singing...
Someone has been raking since midnight
There's a snowdrift in the thawed area,
Above the crushed earth
Sweeping through the white winter.
The old snow was subsiding, -
The grandson came for his grandfather.
The sun is baking merrily,
It flows from the covered roofs.
The wind dances with a spring song,
Waving black branches,
Caught up from afar
Golden clouds.

(1906) Vyach.I.Ivanov

SPRING

No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.

And everything started to fuss,
Everything is forcing winter out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...

The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blusher
Against the enemy.

In the April forest

G.Ladonshchikov

Nodules

After winter
Deep slumber
There's a lot to do
On the globe.
Before the holiday
So much work!
We need to remember in spring
About everything.
And spring in emerald
Handkerchief
Walks, wanders
In forests and gardens.
And as a keepsake for myself
Nodules
Leaves on naked
Branches.

Day and night
She needs to work -
Repaint the forests and fields.
Needed by May earth
Dress up,
To become beautiful
Earth.
The sun needs to be cleaned
To shine -
It faded in the wind.
Need to take off the winter one
curtain
And rinse
Blue window,
Spend the cold
Behind the gates
Slowly open
Streams...

And it will end
This job -
And all the knots will be untied.

V. Orlov

The kidneys are opening

The buds are opening,
Like rivers!
It's worth the chatter!
Heavy sleepy eyelids
Spring
Finally picked it up!

Tired of waiting
Beautiful sleepyhead
Long ago there were meadows and fields.
No wonder they woke her up with thunder
Angry skies!

And then the couch potato rose,
Looked up with a smile
Around.
And right away
Buzzing like juice
Revived
The meadow was filled.

And every bud tries
With your green tongue
steam room,
April night,
Covered with milk!

G. Novitskaya

THE APPEARANCE OF SPRING

Spring sends greetings with a smile
Awakened nature;
Everything after winter storms and troubles
I sighed in freedom.
Helplessly angry and grumbling,
Winter, evil old woman,
Runs from the hot ray
Burning under the sun.

Spring steps bolder and bolder on the earth. In some places, streams are already running at full speed and children's feet in rubber boots are happily stomping along them. What a pleasure it is to splash through puddles!... And here is the long-awaited dry path. And how fervently the heels click on it...

Look, the snow has melted on the side of the road, and green grass is already visible! How much joy the first green foliage brings... And the sky frowns less and less. And the sun smiles more and more!

Spring came! Spring is the creator and creator! Spring is a sorceress and enchantress! Spring is beautiful and young! Our muse and inspiration!

I invite you to enjoy the poets singing of spring:

Poems about spring

Icicles

In a quiet corner
Our yard
Cry two icicles
We started yesterday.
"Clock-clack-clack, we're hot!
Clack-clack-clack, trouble!"
Scattered into splashes
Sounding water.
The sun is a little higher
rose above the yard,
Tears from under the roof
They poured out like a stream.
Poor icicles
Cried in the spring
Getting smaller and smaller
With every tear.
So after crying for a day,
On a weekend morning
Two icicles became
One puddle.
In a puddle in the evening
The water has dried up -
They don't help
Never tears!
(L. Derbenev)

Poems about spring

Why is this everywhere?
Such fun
This -
From dawn to dawn -
Celebration?
Since
What are they doing?
Starlings housewarming...

And that's all?
And that’s all!
Since
What's rushing
nondescript,
Paper,
Along the revived river
Brave ship
And the waves and the wind
They're pumping him...
And that's all?
And that’s all!

And that's all
That, as red as before,
I came
Arrived
Spring is back!
(I. Maznin)

March

The awakening has not yet come
Nature, immersed in half sleep.
But the forest is in a drowsy, sweet languor
The drops are already ready to meet the ringing.

The rivers are still languishing in captivity of ice,
But ice is thin as glass and fragile.
Sunny smiles are still rare,
But the sky is getting bluer and brighter.

The snow blanket is crumpled,
And the forest stands, naked to the waist.
And the snow with colored sparks fell
In some places it became gray, like chalcedony.

Winter will not return the crystal shine soon.
The magic of the white brush is forgotten.
But this is the loss behind which
The celebration of new life is coming.

(N. Sedova-Shmeleva)

Spring

Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
(G. Novitskaya)

In April

The first sunny day
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours,
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.

(V. Orlov)

Spring guest

Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me...”
(K. Ldov)

Starling song

- Snow! Snow!
You will soon become a stream!
You'll sing
How the streams sing!
And you will run after the spring meadow
For fine wrinkles
Warm earth!.. –
So, sitting on a branch,
The starling sang.
We listened to the starling's song,
And the snow was already melting,
He didn't have time
Listen to it to the end.

(L. Fadeeva)

Everything turned green...

Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.

The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.

Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.
(S. Drozhzhin)

Hourly

Put on post
In the spring itself,
Standing at attention
With my palms down,
With white gloves,
Like a sentry
There is a snowdrop
On a cold foot.
(V. Orlov)

Snowdrop

Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks into the sky - light, gentle.
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
(I. Emelyanov)

First bee

The sun barely came out from behind the clouds
Take a look at what it’s like in nature after the rains,
Like a curious and chatty ray
I let it slip: the weather should be warm.

And you, leaving the dark hollow,
You fly to the first yellow flower,
And in my soul it’s warm, warm,
Although still on the street - not very good.
(O. Fokina)

Miracles

Spring was walking along the edge of the forest,
She carried buckets of rain,
Stumbled on a hill -
Buckets tipped over.

The drops rang
The herons began to scream.
The ants got scared:
The doors were locked.

Buckets with rain spring
I didn’t get it to the village.
A colored rocker
Fled to the skies
And it hung over the lake.

Miracles!

(V. Stepanov)

Green, red,

Bright May

The guys have coats

Take pictures

Dress in leaves,

Ring the streams

All day!

Where am I in May

I won't go

Everywhere I am the sun

(S. Kaputikyan)

Poems about spring

The snow is no longer the same -

He darkened in the field,

The ice on the lakes is cracked,

It's like they split it.

The clouds are moving faster

The sky has become higher

The sparrow chirped

Have fun on the roof.

It's getting darker every day

Stitches and paths,

And on the willows with silver

The earrings glow.

Run away, streams!

Spread out, puddles!

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood,

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed.

(S. Marshak)

Drip-drip

Drip-drip!
Tears are falling from the roof.
Drip-drip!
White snowflakes are melting.
Drip-drip!
The sun is jumping on the roof.
Drip-drip!
And winter sits and cries.
Drip-drip!

(A. Leontiev, trans. V. Danko)

Ding-la-la

"Ding-ding-ding" -
The drops are singing.
"La-la-la" -
the starling sings.
Ding-la-la!
In fact
Arrived
Winter is over!
(V. Stepanov)

Spring and Brook

I slept under the snow for a long time,
I'm tired of silence.
I woke up and rushed
and met Spring:
- Do you want your own song?
Will I sing to you, Spring? –
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Drip-drip!
Brook, aren't you cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything rings and murmurs inside me!
I will sing!.. The snow will melt.

(V. Lanzetti)

Song of spring minutes

Every day,

One minute at a time

The day is longer

In short, night.

Slowly,

Take it easy,

Let's drive away winter

(V. Berestov)

Slowly

Slowly the snow melted away,
Blackened
And melted away
To everyone in the world
Fine:
In the grove - flocks of birds,
On the trees -
Petals,
Sticky
And smelly
In blue
Sky -
To the clouds,
Light
And volatile.
The best
In the world to me:
Along a damp path
I am running
Face the spring
After getting wet
Boots.
(R. Seph)

The sun whispers

The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be timid, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For the green forelock.
(V. Orlov)

Spring came

Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
(T. Dmitriev)

in spring

On the trees -
Look, -
Where the buds were
Like green lights
The leaves flashed.
(N. Goncharov)

Sparrow

Sparrow ruffled
Feathers –
Alive and healthy
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun
With every feather
Yours.
(V. Orlov)

The singers are returning

From the midday rays
A stream ran down the mountain,
And the snowdrop is small
I grew up on a thawed patch.
The starlings are returning -
Workers and singers
Sparrows near a puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
We started making nests:
They carry it, they carry it to the houses
Birds on a straw.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Spring morning

I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw light in the window.
Ray - warm palm
The sun reached out to me.

And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket quickly.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So much to do!

The cherries are blooming -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.

(V. Nesterenko)

The arrival of spring

The greenery of the fields, the babbling of the groves,
There is a thrill in the sky of the lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what should I add?
How else can I glorify you?
Life of the soul, spring is coming?

(V. Zhukovsky)

Lark

In the sun the dark forest glowed,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing.

He is vociferous from above
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
- Spring has come to us young,
I'm here singing the coming of spring!

(V. Zhukovsky)

Spring

No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.

And everything started to fuss,
Everything is forcing winter out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...

The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blusher
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)

Spring thunderstorm

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.

Young peals thunder!
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...

A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder...

You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground!

(F. Tyutchev)

First sheet

The leaf turns green young -
Look how the leaves are young
The birch trees stand covered
Through airy greenery,
Translucent, like smoke...

For a long time they dreamed of spring,
Golden spring and summer, -
And these dreams are alive,
Under the first blue sky,
Suddenly they made their way into the light of day...

Oh, the beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in the sun's rays,
With their newborn shadow!
And we can hear by their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You won't see a dead leaf!..

(F. Tyutchev)

Country song

The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...

(A. Pleshcheev)

Bird cherry

Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slides along the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun.
The stream is like a thunderous wave
All branches are doused
And insinuatingly under the steep
Sings her songs.

(S. Yesenin)

First weed

Hello, first grass of spring!
How did you bloom? Are you happy about the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Every young stub is in a hurry
Earlier than the willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.
(S. Gorodetsky)

Green verses

All the edges are turning green,
The pond is turning green.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.

Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is a green floor.
And a green grasshopper
I started a song...

Above the green roof of the house
The green oak is sleeping.
Two green gnomes
We sat down between the pipes.

And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired schoolboy
Walks under the window.

Why isn't it green?
It’s May now... May!”
The older gnome yawns sleepily:
“Tsiz! don’t pester.”

(S. Black)

And at the end of the spring lyrics, listen to the enchanting singing of the squash.

And if you haven't picked up the book yet, then welcome.

Love and take care of yourself and your children!

April
A. Barto

Willow, willow, willow,
The willow blossomed.
This means, that's right,
That spring has come
This means it's true
That winter is over.
The very, very first
The starling whistled.
Whistled in the birdhouse:
Well, now I'm from here.
But don't trust spring
The whistle of the wind is heard.
Wind, wind, wind
It turns along the roads
Last year's leaf.
All April jokes!
Rural kindergarten
In the morning I took off my fur coats,
At noon - snowfall.
But it's not that bad
Things are going,
If willow, willow -
The willow blossomed.

April
I. Gurina

April walked through the forests,
The drops have already ended,
The snow has melted, it's warm,
And it became light in the evening.

In a sun-warmed lowland
The first blades of grass appeared.
In deep puddles on the path
The bear and the wolf cub washed their feet.

The rays of the sun are getting hotter,
The merry rooks are screaming,
In the forest there is a carpet of snowdrops,
The forest rustles in the April wind.

The jackdaws flocked to the fields,
The warm earth sighs.
And coltsfoot buds
The slopes are ready to be gilded.

April
N. Ivanova

April has come, which means...
It will finally get warmer!
We'll hide our skates and skis,
Let's get a bike!
The colors are bright in April -
After all, nature took the brush,
So that green watercolor
Paint the grass, branches, leaves!
We hear with joy in April
Behind our window glass
The sound of an awakened drop,
Chirping of cute birds.

April
S. Kozlov

Ah, drops, drops, drops,
Golden carousel!
To us in a paper boat
April has sailed down the stream!

April
E. Moshkovskaya

Hey, fur coats and hats,
Kubankas, earflaps -
Warm hats,
You've become hot!
Go to the closets
Wool scarves!
Another fashion is coming!
Different weather is coming!..
Look...
Air!
He is blue.
Is he like this in winter?
What about the day?
Short, small day,
Who is too lazy to go out for a walk,
How big he is!
How he has grown now!
They open a window or door for him!
And these houses
In yellow paint,
In green paint -
In brand new paint...
Remember, remember how they got cold,
How they closed their windows,
How did they even close the windows?
And they listened
Like blizzards
Howled...
And these gardens...
Gardens!
How the gardens waited
troubles,
How the apple trees fought with the wind,
And they huddled around the old apple trees,
And they wrapped themselves, wrapped themselves in the snow, like in fur...
And we...
We
After winter?
After winter
As we see!
We see air!
The air is like this:
He is blue
With a warm hand,
With a big, big warm hand!..

April birch
V. Prikhodko

These are not sheets
And not leaves,
Not even young leaves,
And greenish-gold
A cloud of transparent shreds.
If there are forest skies,
From them, probably
The cloud has descended
And in our garden it stopped...
Look what miracles!
But what can it mature
And it will become a real birch,
The shadow of the giver,
In the rustling wind...
I won't believe this
Doesn't matter!

Birch earrings
I. Aseeva

On a thin birch tree near the path
New earrings bloomed -
Sticky, green, fragrant...
The radiant sun warmed them,
Leaving a pink sunset trail
On the luminous birch bark.

In April
V. Orlov

First sunny day.
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours.
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
Spring Cavalry
Not a drop of spring
Breaks through the ice -
It's on the offensive
The cavalry is coming.
Met by the birds
In the early hours,
Clacks its hooves
Spring cavalry.
And not a bit at all
They're dripping all around -
Small sabers
Shiny silver.
Agile in the snow
The cavalry is flying
Leaving black
Hoof pits.

In the April forest
G. Ladonshchikov

Spring has flown into the classroom
S. Ostrovsky

Disrupting the lesson
flew into class
Spring -
Forgot to close
It is seen,
Casement windows.
Call
Keep silence
Did not help -
In vain teacher
To the guys
He was strict.
They turned out to be
At all
Nothing to do with:
Without stopping
Poplar
Noisy
Outside the window.

In March
T. Gusarova

There's a bug on the thawed patch
A barrel was warming in the sun,
Soon the worm came out,
And behind him comes the spider.
The sun disappeared behind the mountain,
And went home
And the bug and the worm,
And, of course, the spider.
On the thawed patch again
Tomorrow they will sunbathe
A beetle, a worm and a spider...

They will heat another barrel.

Merry spring
I. Gurina

Spring splashes through the puddles,
The wind claps your hands
And drives the clouds away.
Darkened snowdrifts,
Those who did not have time to melt,
A little scared.
The sun is rolling across the sky,
And the cuttlefish cloud
Crawling over the horizon.
I woke up the last snow,
It fell with spring rain.
We don't need an umbrella!
The streams are ringing cheerfully,
The trees are dancing naked,
A shadow fell into a puddle,
The roof cried with laughter,
The drops were ringing under the roof,
And the spring day sang.
Silky sprouts,
Airy-delicate-clean
We gathered in a round dance.
Satin, green,
In the spring, lovers
They're about to bloom.

Haunted cheerfully
L. Agracheva

Cheerful Brook
V. Semernin

The snow has fallen from the fields,
The stream woke up:
He runs through the meadows,
Through groves and gardens.
He sings blue
Rushes over the ground
Son of spring -
Cheerful stream.
A flower rose above him
Your little flag
And a dragonfly into the water
He looks with all his eyes.
And butterflies in droves
To that blue song
They're flying again -
They want to dance.
Cheerful Brook
Turned over a hillock,
I rushed to the willow tree
And I met a river there.
Spring noise and ringing...
He gave everything to the river,
Spring's messenger...
The song ends here.

Spring
T. Sikorskaya

Come, spring, and again
Let the groves come to life
To the sound of a forest stream
Let the violets bloom!
Let us and the sun be together
The noise of birds will wake you up.
We will run with a song
Through groves and meadows.
We want these groves
They bloomed more magnificently again.
Happy May, we children,
We are calling you quickly.
Let the sun dry the grass,
The quiet pond sparkles
Let the cuckoos cry
And the nightingales sing.

Spring
M. Pozharova

Sparrow, little sparrow,
Chirp more fun!
Jump, little one,
At the thawed patch!
You're in the cold winter
Grieved in the wilderness of the forest,
Familiar with hunger
With bitter cold.
But she came, bright, red,
With God's grace spring:
At the sparrow's
There will be grains!
How I got into the birch forest
Frisky gray little bunny,
The mustachioed beast
The beast is furry.
Ears up, jump and jump:
“Hello, my spring forest!
Smells like buds
Yes, sprouts..."
And the forest makes noise in response:
“Happy spring holiday, my light,
Happy morning,
Happy sunshine!
I, little forest, love you,
Tasty, satisfying food:
There will be a sweetheart
Plenty of grass!”

Spring miracle
Z. Alexandrova

Guys, guys
Where are you going?
- We want berries
Search the swamp!
- What kind of berries?
Early spring?
- But look,
What grows under the pine tree!
And it's true... In a clumsy
Swamp forest
Under the March sun
The hummocks have melted.
Left on the bumps
From last summer
Cold beads
Scarlet color.
Spring miracle
On a gentle thread -
Air balloons
Snow cranberries.
Until it melts
forest swamp,
Guys on the bumps
Grazing in the spring.
snow cranberry,
Ruddy ice floes,
Everyone has a chill
In the middle!

Spring news
O. Belyaevskaya

The sparrows told me today -
I don’t know if it’s true, but spring is already coming.
I can’t believe it: yesterday we were playing in the snow
And there is clear, strong ice on the pond.
Chivik-chik-chik! How did you know?
Who told you about spring, little birds?
“The midday ray caressed our wings,
The first drops sounded today.”

spring wind
G. Krotov

Paper boat
I let it go along the stream.
He avoided obstacles
It was stronger than the wind.
He is alone, white white,
He swam downstream.
Paper boat
First spring breeze.

Spring rain
N. Antonova

Spring rain,
Mischievous,
Our barefoot friend
Jumps along
Without a road
And he calls:
- Behind me! Behind me!
And they run in a crowd
Boys...
Jokes, songs, laughter! -
Who runs the fastest?
Spring rain,
Naughty girl.

Spring rain
C. Rossetti

Both the meadow and the valley drink.
They drink from forests and fields.
Where did the rain fall in the spring?
Green earth.
In a week or two
The buds are bursting
And then they lie in the grass
Their sticky shirts.
Birds build nests,
Rejoicing in each other
Announcing here and there
Songs around the area.
Without the rain we would
Won't see again
Not a sprouted grain
Not a forest flower
No funny chicks
Powerless for the time being
No sheep, no cows
In abundant meadows.
What would you eat in the spring?
Every animal and bird
If it were torrential rain
Suddenly you couldn’t spill it?
We wouldn't have found
Moss near the gate,
And they wouldn’t bloom for us
There are daisies in the field.
Only dry sand
I would be under your feet
If it were torrential rain
Didn't pass over us.

Spring arithmetic
E. Moshkovskaya

Let's subtract!
Begin
From all the streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract the snow and ice,
There will be bird flight!
Let's combine sun and rain...
And let's wait a little...
And we will get herbs.
Are we wrong?

Spring guest
K. Ldov (K. N. Rosenblum)

Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought with me...”

Spring song
S. Gorodetsky

Spring song
S. Marshak

The snow is no longer the same
He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster
The sky became higher.
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.

Spring
I. Aseeva

The sun warms both adults and children,
The sun drowns the snowdrifts and ice,
In the meadow, near houses on thawed patches
Arrow blades of grass are breaking through.
And the vociferous streams ring,
The fragrant buds are swelling,
The clouds in the sky are clear and fast
They are waiting for the birth of sticky leaves.

Spring
E. Blaginina

The stoves are still burning in the houses
And the sun rises late,
Also along our river
They walk calmly through the ice;

Back to the barn for wood
You won't get through directly
And in the garden under the trees
A snowman is dozing with a broom;

We are also all dressed warmly -
In sweatshirts, in cotton pants...
Still, signs of spring
In everything, in everything are already visible

And in the way the roofs became warmer
And like the sun in full view
The drops, falling, began to sing,
They started babbling as if in delirium.

And suddenly the road became wet,
And my felt boots are full of water...
And the wind is gentle and lingering
It blew from the south side.

And the sparrows scream to each other
About the sun, about its beauty.
And all the cheerful freckles
We sat on one nose...

Spring
S. Bogdan

And here it is March. Drops are heard
There was a whiff of spring all around.
The birds have flown to us again,
Carrying the warmth with you.

April gurgles, ringing streams,
The thawed patches are visible all around.
Spring carefully washes away
Remnants of the past winter.

Everything came to life, turned green...
May breathes the charm of spring.
And my heart sang with joy!
...It's already summer and we can hear footsteps.

Spring
I. Gurina

The sun illuminated the earth,
All the snowdrifts melted,
The forests are awakening.
A fox is running along the path.

Streams are flooded
And titmouses: - Whose are you, whose!
The hares were playing in the spruce forest,
Sunbathed in new fur coats

And we decided to look
How a bear sleeps in a den!
And the bear has already woken up,
Stretched out sweetly,

He roared with all his might,
He threatened the hares with his paw.
The bunnies jumped to the side
And the drops sang loudly.

The ice has melted on the river
And it sailed like a steamship.
I'm a passenger there myself
Runaway winter.

Spring!
E. Zhdanova

wide alley,
I fly along it, crazy,
And a silver fan
Water from under the wheels,
And I'm pedaling
Everything's getting cooler
And hardly
Will catch up with me barking
Short-legged dog.

And the sun is unbearable
It's already burning my back,
Incredibly blue
The sky is blue!
And I am endlessly happy,
What's ahead is carefree,
So fleeting
Happy spring!

Spring
N. Ivanova

Spring has come slowly,
No time for sleep now, of course,
Teddy bear, hedgehog, raccoon
Need to get to work
And prepare the minks for summer
On a warm hillock.
Drops are ringing outside the window,
The primroses have bloomed
Arrived from the south in April
Ducks, geese, cranes.
The stump house has come to life
In the middle of the forest edge -
A bug crawled out of it,
Ant, spider, two flies.
The grass appears
The leaves are blooming.
All nature comes to life
The frog jumps into the water
Starts to croak loudly:
"Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak slush!"
The starling flew into the birdhouse,
Settling in successfully
And it’s quite ready
Hatch the chicks by May.
Closer to the middle of the year
Nature is already waiting for summer!

Spring
G. Ladonshchikov

The evil blizzard has passed away.
The night became shorter than the day.
A warm wind blows from the south,
The drops fall, ringing.
The sun warms the earth,
Ice is driving off our hill.
The snow woman is melting
And tears flow in streams.

Spring
V. Lunin

Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage
- The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden
- Lilac bush near the fence.

Spring
Y. Moritz

Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is this gentle ringing?
This is a snowdrop forest
Smiling through sleep!

Whose fluffy ray is this?
It tickles so much from behind the clouds,
Forcing the kids
Smile from ear to ear?

Whose warmth is this?
Whose kindness is this?
Makes you smile
A hare, a chicken, a cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around town!

And the poodle has a smile!
And there is a fish in the aquarium
Smiled from the water
Smiling bird!

So it turns out
What doesn't fit
On one page
An immense smile, -
How pleasant!
This is the length
That's how wide it is!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
Around the city!

Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Vesna Mayevna Chereshnikova!

Spring
G. Novitskaya

Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.

Spring
A. Pleshcheev

IN old garden I'm going out, dewdrops
Like diamonds on leaves burn;
And the flowers nod their heads to me,
Spreading the aroma all around.
Everything attracts and amuses my eyes:
Golden bee on a flower
Multicolored butterfly wings
And the jumping of a sparrow on the sand.
How bright is the greenery of the trees!
The dome of the sky is so clear and deep!
And I wander, overwhelmed with delight,
And a tear obscures the pupil.
Behind the garden fence it turns black
A strip of harrowed land,
And pine-covered mountains
Rising to the sky in the distance.
How it breathes with love and joy
All nature under the spring ray,
And the grateful soul feels
Here the presence of God is in everything!
The dormant forces are growing stronger again;
It's time for a new life
And everything becomes so possible,
What seemed like a dream yesterday!
How beautiful spring is! Millions
Voices are heard coming towards her,
And in my resurrecting heart
Hello inspired ready!

Spring
S. Severny

On thin stickies
The thick buds are swollen.
On flexible birch trees
The sticky leaves began to move.
Red tussocks are curling,
And the moss curls
Thinly in the woods.
The days are adding up
The first grass with dew
Washing.
Blue, blue beauty
Stripe
The sky is watching
It's getting clearer.
Winter has flown away on the ice floes,
The river overflowed
She made some noise, it comes true -
Quietly splashing
An old tied boat.
The bell is ringing,
Spills,
Calling and making noise
Blurs
Above a sleepy settlement.
Spring is in a hurry,
Coming back.
And God is an old grandfather -
The light turned red
It warms your back, it’s worth it
Smiles:
Glad homebody that spring is starting,
That spring is beginning.

Spring
R. Seph

In every person
Spring is hiding
If you're sad
So she's sleeping.
But when a passerby
On a gloomy rainy day,
Screams "ku-ka-re-ku!"
Like a happy rooster
If suddenly he starts singing
On the boulevard in the cold -
This means it's spring
She came out.

Spring
B. Chaly

The sun is shining early in the morning,
The snow became dark and wet...
And, singing the stonefly,
A cheerful stream is running.
Towards the golden morning
Streams are running and rushing.
- Tsvirin, Tsvirin! Bring it from home
- Hurry up your boats.
And, chirping impatiently,
Soars towards the sun.
...The distance is clear.
The snow is sliding down
The field is turning blue.
Spring came! Spring came!

Spring and stream
V. Lanzetti

I slept under the snow for a long time,
I'm tired of silence.
I woke up and rushed
and met Spring:
- Do you want your own song?
Will I sing to you, Spring? -
And Spring: - Drip-drip! Drip-drip!
Brook, aren't you cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything rings and murmurs inside me!
I will sing!.. The snow will melt.

Spring is coming
A. Barto

It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
It was flowing through the yard.

It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.

I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.

Passers-by say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.

Spring will come
V. Lunin

It's still winter. Still sparkling
Snow on the trees above.
But every day the birds are louder and louder
They ring and chirp about spring.
Sometimes the frost still rages,
There is still ice on the rivers,
But the birds know, the birds know
- Spring will come, Spring will come!

Spring draws
A. Shibaev

Winter had a huge leaf -
Extraordinarily white and clean!
He was good in his own way:
Not a single stain!..
And now paint it all over
I thought of spring.
The green color is already visible,
Purple, yellow, blue...
There are so many shades,
Patterns, spots, lines!
What happened?
Not a secret:
Self-portrait just like spring!

In the spring
N. Ogarev

I wander through the forest along a rocky path;
Tremble and shine in the branchy heights
Green leaves under dewy moisture,
And the spirit of young pines is fresh and resinous
The spring air breathes pleasantly for me;
The bee is buzzing, and the early ray of the morning star
Rejoicing birds greet you with songs.
I go down to the shore on the mossy edge of the rapids,
I look - below the river is bubbling and making noise,
Behind it are calm winter plains
With their young greenery... All tender pictures!
And so happy and so clear looking,
What, having fun looking at all living things,
I feel young expanse within me.

The singers are returning
G. Ladonshchikov

Seasons
L. Modzalevsky

How will spring return to us?
What will she give us?
- Flowers, flowers, flowers.
Well, sometimes in the summer
What are you and I rich in?
- Bread, bread, bread.
Summer will fly by quickly
What will autumn reward?
- Fruits, fruits, fruits.
Winter is just rolling in,
What will she shower us with?
- Snow, snow, snow.

Everything turned green...
S. Drozhzhin

Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.

The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.

Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.

And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.

The kidneys are opening
G. Novitskaya

The buds are opening,
Like rivers!
It's worth the chatter!
Heavy sleepy eyelids
Spring
Finally picked it up!
Tired of waiting
Beautiful sleepyhead
For a long time there have been meadows and fields.
No wonder they woke her up with thunder
Angry skies!
And then the couch potato rose,
Looked up with a smile
Around.
And immediately
Buzzing like juice
Revived
The meadow was filled.
And every kidney will try
With your green tongue
Guy,
April night,
I'll cover it all with milk!

Stick out a leaf or a blue flower...
S. Gorodetsky

Stick out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone is in a hurry, a young root.
Earlier than the willow from tender buds
The first one will show a green leaf.

The days are fine...
M. Plyatskovsky

If there are hillocks with brushes...
E. Bulgakova

If the brushes are hillocks
Suddenly they started making weed stakes
And colored chalk for classes
The whole country is lined up
And they jump briskly between classes
Katya, Nastya and Alyonka,
These girls are anyway
They are called SPRING.

Cold winds are still blowing...
A. Pushkin

The cold winds are still blowing
And the morning frosts strike,
Fresh from the spring thawed patches
Early flowers appeared
As if from a wonderful kingdom of wax,
From fragrant honey kelley
The first bee flew out
Flew over early flowers
To find out about the red spring,
Will there be a dear guest soon,
Will the meadows soon turn green?
Soon will the curly birch tree
Sticky leaves will bloom,
The fragrant bird cherry will bloom.