Sunny poems about summer. Poems for children on the theme "summer" Short poems about summer holidays

Poems about summer for preschoolers are short and educational stories in which the child will definitely learn something new and interesting.

Poems and quatrains about summer for children 4-5 years old

Read children's poems about summer to your children, they will definitely enjoy listening to them. In addition, children who, from the very beginning, early age instill a craving for “beauty”; they develop faster, they begin to perceive the world differently and notice things that other children may not pay attention to. Develop your children with the help of fun and educational poems, which, although very often fit into 4 lines, open up interesting observations and knowledge for kids.

The banks of the rivers are lovely,
A bag of impressions!
In summer, children from all over the world,
They're having fun, look!
How much light and goodness,
Will be with us forever.
The birds sing joyfully
They love summer, they wait for summer.

***

Summer is hot and beautiful,
The days are not in vain.
We all recognize the chirping of birds,
We are waiting for him and adore him.
Red summer is coming
And sadness takes away everything.
We play, we have fun,
We are heading towards summer again.

It's a sunny day and the birds are singing,
They invite us to go for a walk.
It's beautiful in summer, the grass is green,
And every word has a meaning.
In the summer we swim, we eat together,
And any body of water is so warm.
Let the cold weather fly away quickly
And summer will soon be returned to all children.

You can jump and play
It's fun to laugh and jump around.
And we'll go to the river,
And we will find beautiful flowers.
Let it be hot in the summer,
And everyone knows about this.
Let's sing a song to the sun,
We have fun in the summer.

Summer is a miracle, not a word,
The whole earth knows it.
The flowers are blooming again,
And they announce summer.
It's going to be very hot soon
Eating strawberries is very sweet.
And it gets longer
Every hour and every day.

Summer is the warmest time of the year. In summer, everything around is green, green, gardens bloom, birds sing, the sun shines gently and sometimes warm rains fall.

Easy poems for children in the most bright colors convey the warmth of summer days. Summer is represented in children's poems about animals, about the forest, about the sun, clouds and rain. The easiest way to introduce children to nature is through reading poetry.

The sun is shining brightly

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.

I. Surikov

What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?
If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it's shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything -
still the most expensive!

Tatyana Bokova

Sunflower

Golden sunflower,
Petals are rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
In the morning he wakes up,
The sun is shining,
Closed at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer our sunflower -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the fall we will have little black ones
He will give you some seeds.

Tatiana Lavrova

Summer

I'm glad to swim in the summer
And sunbathe on the beach,
And ride a bike,
Play badminton with my sister.
After reading a good book
Take a nap in a hammock in the heat.
Summer's delicious gifts
Collect at the end of summer.

L. Antonova

Dandelion

Wears a dandelion
yellow sundress.
Grow up to dress up
In a little white dress.

Serova

June

The sorties became bolder,
It became quieter and brighter.
The day grows, grows, grows -
Soon the night will turn.
In the meantime, the overgrown path
Strawberry, leisurely
June is coming across the earth!

Mikhail Sadovsky

Summer song

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

T. Belozerov

Morning

The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.

G. Novitskaya

Heat

There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the heat!
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?

E. Bitsoeva

Summer rain

"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we’ll collect it,
Just collect the golden grain
Barns full of fragrant bread!

A. Maikov

In the forest

We are in the forest in summer
We picked raspberries
And every one to the top
Filled the basket.
We shouted to the forest
All in chorus: - Thank you!
And the forest answered us:
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Then suddenly he swayed
sighed... and silence.
Probably near the forest
The tongue is tired.

M. Fayzullina

warm rain

Cheerful thunder roared...
It's raining in a dense forest.
It's a bath day there today,
Wash everyone who is not too lazy.
Messing up my hair,
Birch trees wash their heads.
Dusty oaks
Red forelocks are washed.
The linden tree bent down in the rain,
Washes the leaves until they squeak.
In front of the puddle mirrors
The trees are taking showers.
And rowan trees and aspens
They wash their necks, wash their backs...
Wash yourself, everyone who is not too lazy,
After all, today is bath day!

Z. Alexandrova

Why is there so much light?

Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
It came to us for the whole summer.

That's why every day
It's getting longer every day.
Well, what about the nights?
Night after night
It's getting shorter and shorter.

I. Maznin

Summer

If there are thunderstorms in the sky,
If the grass has bloomed,
If there is dew early in the morning
Blades of grass are bent to the ground,
If in the groves above the viburnum
Until the night the hum of bees,
If warmed by the sun
All the water in the river to the bottom -
So it's already summer!
So spring is over!

Ya Kim

flying flower

(a poem about a dandelion)

Roadside dandelion
Was like the golden sun
But it faded and became similar
To fluffy white smoke.

You fly over a warm meadow
And over the quiet river.
I will be to you as a friend,
Wave your hand for a long time.

You carry on the wings of the wind
golden seeds,
To the sunny dawn
Spring has returned to us.

V. Stepanov

Rain

Early in the morning, exactly at five,
The rain came out for a walk.
I was in a hurry out of habit -
The whole earth asked for drink, -
Suddenly he reads on the sign:

“Don’t walk on the lawn.”
The rain said sadly:
"Oh!"
And he left.
The lawn is dry.

O.Bundur

Sunny bunny

Sunny bunny
Jumped out the window
Sunny bunny
Said: “Oh-ho-ho!”

I woke up immediately
Smiled at him
Stretch slightly...
The heart is easy!

S. Sirena

July - the peak of summer

July is the peak of summer, -
The newspaper reminded
But above all newspapers -
Daylight loss of light;
But before this little one,
The most secretive of signs, -
Cuckoo, cuckoo, - top of the head, -
The cuckoo has tapped
Farewell greetings.
And from linden blossom
Consider that the song is sung,
Consider that half the summer is gone, -
July is the peak of summer.

A. Tvardovsky

August

August - asters,
August - stars
August - grapes
Grapes and rowan
Rusty - August!

Marina Tsvetaeva

Outside the village in complete freedom

Outside the village in complete freedom
An airplane wind is blowing.
There's a potato field there
Everything blooms purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always at odds with the wind,
A path runs through the oak tree
Down to the icy pond.
A boat flashed through the bushes,
Ripple and sharp shine of the sun.
The raft rumbles clearly
The sound of rollers accompanied by a loud splash.
The pond turns blue in a round cup.
Willows bend towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked down.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, I’ll undress behind the birch tree,
I’ll stretch out my arms and go to them!

Sasha Cherny

Why is summer short?

Why for all the guys
Is summer not enough?
- Summer is like chocolate
It melts very quickly!

V. Orlov

Summer is ending

The last gentle warmth
So far summer is spoiling us...
The sky is transparent, like glass,
Washed by rain and wind.
Rows of old poplars
In the old days relaxing in the park,
And flower beds lushly along the alleys
They are blooming and fragrant...
A steamboat is sailing along the river,
The lawn grass is emerald,
And soon autumn will arrive
It's still very hard to believe...

How fresh it is here under the thick linden tree...

Afanasy Fet

How fresh it is here under the thick linden tree -

The midday heat did not penetrate here,

And thousands hanging above me

Fragrant fans sway.

And there, in the distance, the burning air sparkles,

Hesitating, as if he was dozing.

So sharply dry, soporific and crackling

The restless sound of grasshoppers.

Behind the darkness of the branches the vaults of the sky turn blue,

Lightly shrouded in haze,

And, like the dreams of a dying nature,

Wavy clouds pass.

You see, behind the mowers...

Afanasy Fet

You see behind the mowers

The braids sparkled with a pure shine,

And late steam from their boilers

Full of a fragrant dinner.

Singing purple smoke in the distance,

The luminary of the day is drowning in the radiance,

And the edge of the running clouds

It was surrounded by flammable glass.

Already trimmed, every row

There is a fragrant chain of flowers,

What shade and aroma

Floating over the fading steppe!

In the humble soul understand

Breath of the immaculate night

And until the lights of the eastern dawn

Sleep under the canopy of stars!

unexpected rain

Afanasy Fet

All the clouds, clouds, and all around

Everything is burned, everything dies.

What archangel is their wing

Does it bring me to the fields?

The rain hung like light smoke,

In vain the steppe around was thirsty,

And there's only one above me

There was a rainbow at dawn.

Humble yourself, restless poet, -

Moisture of life descends from heaven,

What you expect is not there.

Only the undeserved is good.

I - I can’t do anything;

Only one can, who, mighty,

Erected a transparent arc

And life-giving clouds send forth.

The rye is ripening over the hot fields...

Afanasy Fet

The rye is ripening over the hot fields,

And from the field to the field

The whimsical wind blows

Golden shimmers.

The moon looks timidly into the eyes,

I'm amazed that the day hasn't passed,

But wide into the area of the night

The day spread its arms.

Above the boundless harvest of bread

Between sunset and east

Just for a moment the sky closes

Fire-breathing eye.

Rainy summer

Afanasy Fet

There is not a cloud in the sky,

But the crow of a rooster is news of a storm,

And in the distant ringing of bells

It's as if there are tears from heaven.

Covered with light grasses,

The ears of the field do not waver,

And sated with rain,

The earth does not believe the sun.

Under the roof damp and open

A sad, idle life.

A sickle and a scythe, beaten off long ago,

A blade fades in the corner.

Poems about summer

Storm

Fedor Tyutchev

Reluctantly and timidly
The sun looks over the fields.
Chu, it thundered behind the cloud,
The earth frowned.
Here I broke through from behind the clouds
Blue lightning jet -
The flame is white and volatile
He bordered its edges.
More often raindrops
Dust flies like a whirlwind from the fields,
And thunderclaps
Getting angrier and bolder

Poems about summer

The east was covered with a ruddy dawn...

Alexander Pushkin

The ruddy dawn
The east is covered.
In the village, across the river,
The light went out.
Sprinkled with dew
Flowers in the fields.
The herds have awakened
On soft meadows.
Gray mists
Floating towards the clouds
Geese caravans
They rush towards the meadows.
People woke up
They rush to the fields,
The sun appeared
The earth rejoices.

Summer

Boris Zakhoder

“Walk!” - beckoned
Forest path.
And so he walked
Along the path Alyoshka!…
After all, in the summer in the forest
Interesting, like in a fairy tale:
Bushes and trees
Flowers and frogs,
And the grass is green
Softer than a pillow!…

Poems about summer

How cheerful is the roar of summer storms...

Fedor Tyutchev

How cheerful is the roar of summer storms,
When, throwing up the flying dust,
A thunderstorm that has swept in like a cloud,
Will confuse the sky blue
And recklessly and madly
Suddenly he runs into the oak grove,
And the whole oak grove will tremble
Broad-leaved and noisy!..As if under an invisible heel,
Forest giants bend;
Their peaks grumble anxiously,
Like conferring with each other, -
And through sudden anxiety
The bird whistle is continuously heard,
And here and there the first yellow leaf,
Spinning, it flies onto the road...

Poems about summer

Look how the grove turns green...

Fedor Tyutchev

Look how the grove turns green,
drenched in the scorching sun,
And there’s such a feeling of bliss in her
From every branch and leaf!
Let's go in and sit over the roots
Trees fed by a spring -

He whispers in the mute darkness.
Their peaks loom above us,
Immersed in the midday heat,
And only sometimes the cry of an eagle
It reaches us from above...

Poems about summer

Summer heat

Alexey Zhemchuzhnikov

The clear noon is brilliant and hot,
I’m sitting on a stump in the forest shade...
How the leaves melt in passionate bliss!
How languidly they whisper! I remembered the distant past,
When the July heat hits me,
Flowing with a life-giving stream,
I softened with my wave. I am with every midge, with every grass,
In those years, my young ones,
I was languishing with the thirst we all shared
And pleasure and love. Today the same moments for me
Grants heaven's grace,
And excited languor
I feel the attack again. I sing hello in praise of summer
And the sun to the sultry ray...
But what gives birth to this song,
Delight or sadness - I can’t tell the difference.

Poems about summer

The heat - and everything is in languid peace...

Yakov Polonsky

The heat - and everything is in languid peace -
In patches of light, shadows sleep in the alley...
It only seems more lily to the sensitive,
That a thunderstorm lurks in this heat. Pale, drooping by the balcony -
She is waiting for a thunderstorm, and she, poor thing, is dreaming,
That distant storm is a pale ghost
It began to darken in the azure sky... Dreams of summer seem like reality to her, -
She still doesn’t know thunderstorms and storms,
Waiting... calling... and terribly freezes,
Golden dusted...

Poems about summer

My bells...

Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

My bells
Steppe flowers!
Why are you looking at me?
Dark blue? And what are you ringing about?
On a merry day in May,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head?

Rain

Agnia Barto

The rain is lashing the bushes,
Hit without missing a beat!
I whipped all the raspberries,
All the bird cherry trees! He bent the branches of the pears.
The garden needs a fresh shower,
But why pour so much?
Throwing an apple tree on its side? Rainfall! Shower!
What a downpour!
It's getting louder
Talk more!

Summer

Evgenia Trutneva

Poems about summer

Hot summer

Fedor Sologub

Insanely stuffy and heavy
Hot air. Fierce, red,
The dragon swings - in vain
And hopeless tyranny. The sleepy valley embraces
Exhausting laziness
And silence in the fields, and dozes
Forest shadow. The reaper does not rest in the field.
She is scourged by the fierce heat.
More than once an involuntary tear
Her eyelash is moistened. She bends with a sickle,
without seeing the formidable fields of azure, -
But the proximity of the storm, dear storm
It is clear to her languor... And the valley awaits an angry storm,
And everything is motionless and silent,
And only the timid aspen
Quietly the leaves tremble.

Summer

Evgenia Trutneva

Everything is winter

Boris Zakhoder

It's all winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer! - Summer, -
The swallow thinks -
Arriving very soon.
Summer needs to hurry,
And it flies like a bird! - It flies? —
The Mole snorted. —
It's crawling underground!
You say
Is summer coming soon?
I don’t hope so! Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his den
Somewhere...The horse neighed:
-Where is the carriage?
I'm now
I'll deliver summer!

Summer, -
The hares told me,
He gets on the train at the station,
Because maybe it's summer
Ride like a hare -
Without a ticket!

Poems about summer

Look how the grove turns green...

Fedor Tyutchev

Look how the grove turns green,
drenched in the scorching sun,
And there’s such a feeling of bliss in her
From every branch and leaf!
Let's go in and sit over the roots
Trees fed by a spring -
Where, surrounded by their darkness,
He whispers in the mute darkness.
Their peaks loom above us,
Immersed in the midday heat,
And only sometimes the cry of an eagle
It reaches us from above...

All year round. June.

It already smells like summer outside, now is the time to talk to your children about this wonderful time of year and offer to learn one or more beautiful poems about summer.

We have prepared and made a small selection of beautiful poems about summer for children. Here you will find short poems about summer for children 3-4 years old and longer poems for children 4-5 and 6-7 years old.

Teaching beautiful poems about summer with children is one of the the best ways development and memory training.

Short and beautiful poems about summer for children 3-4 years old

Wears a dandelion
yellow sundress.
Grow up to dress up
In a little white dress.

Summer is a hot time,
The sun is shining in the morning,
Even if it rains -
Everything around is shining and singing.
Summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it,
The berries burn like ruby,
It's vacation time for the guys.

***
-Why for all the guys
Is summer not enough?
– Summer is like chocolate
It melts very quickly!

***
We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench -
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

June has arrived.
"June! June!" –
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

Haymaking occurs in July.
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

***
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Full of blacks.

***
I paint summer -
What color?
Red paint -
Sun,
There are roses on the lawns,
And the field is green,
There are mowings in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And the stream is singing.
What kind of paint?
Will I leave the cloud?
I paint summer -
It's very difficult...

Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old

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Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
It's a great time
When summer comes
And it's hot.
I'm on nice days
I don't like sitting in the shade
I love swimming here:
There is a beach, sand and a pond.
I'm swimming, I'm swimming,
And I dive and splash,
I'll take a little rest
And I'll start all over again!

Accidentally, unexpectedly,
Suddenly summer has come.
On the street and in the park,
It's already quite warm.
The foliage has all blossomed,
The streams have dried up.
Cheerful kids
They play by the river.
Where does all this light come from?
That sun has risen!
Summer has already arrived
It's warm outside!

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

The blue cloud was walking
IN clear sky blue,
Suddenly it fell like rain
And summer thunder rang out.

Where the droplets fell,
Sea of blue cornflowers,
Where the lightning flashed,
There were no traces left.

The sun is in the clear sky again
A white light illuminated.
Daisies bloomed in the field
And there is no more bad weather.

Multi-colored arc
A rainbow is blooming in the sky,
With barely audible steps
The July day is upon us.

- What will you give me, summer?
– Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
– What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cookie
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

I woke up early this morning.
The sun is just rising
And with your rosy ray
Calls to travel.
Past dad, past mom
I'm walking on tiptoes.
And outside the door there is a bird noise,
Rustle of leaves in the garden.
What a summer! How much light!
In our morning garden!
And I couldn’t be happier!
I'm going to travel!

Golden sunflower,
Petals are rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
In the morning he wakes up,
The sun is shining,
Closed at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer our sunflower -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the fall we will have little black ones
He will give you some seeds.

In the summer heat

How wonderful it is in the summer heat
Take a walk with mom in the forest,
Enjoy the silence
Bright blue skies.

Summer sun rays

What a good day!
A light breeze is blowing.
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!

Morning

The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.

Why is summer short?

Why for all the guys
Is summer not enough?
- Summer is like chocolate
It melts very quickly!

Summer
M. Borina-Malkhasyan
(Acrostic)

The gentle, kind sun is rising.
Even if it’s cloudy, it’s hot for us.
These days will be warm and radiant.
We'll really like them, I know.

Heat
M. Borina-Malkhasyan
(Acrostic)

The burning sun is beating down mercilessly,
Greedy rays dry everything,
The red sunset burns like a hot stove,
Oh, we'd better have some rain!

Summer
N. Shester
(Acrostic)

Summer heat, cool in the shade.
If it rains, then for a moment.
The warm wind is like a delight
Refreshes someone's face.

Summer path
N. Krasilnikov

The back of the path is tanned,
A path rushes towards the river in the heat.
- Plop! - from a cliff into a bright pond.
Lo and behold, already on the other shore
Winds through the field, fluttering like a butterfly,
It’s as if it never swam – it’s dry!

How we spent our time in the summer

We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench -
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

All year round. June
Samuel Marshak

June has arrived.
"June! June!"
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fly apart.All year round. July
Samuel Marshak

Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
and ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

All year round. August
Samuel Marshak

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.

The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

STRAWBERRY
Gaida Lagzdyn

The sun pours into the clearing,
The sun is shining brightly.
Strawberries in the clearing
Red-cheeked is growing!
I'll call my girlfriend.
Let's pick a mug of berries!

BROOCH

Ladybug -
Little bug.
Black head
The flank is speckled.

On the palm of your hand with your legs
Don't crawl to the edge!
Be my brooch
And don't fly away!

June
E. Ranneva

Along the path, along the path
JUNE is coming to her native land
And in an orange basket
Summer is ringing.

JUNE has it on his shirt
Dandelions are blooming
The pond turns blue like a round cup,
The birds sing merrily.

DANDELION
Olga Vysotskaya

The sun dropped
Golden ray.
Dandelion has grown
First, young.

He has a wonderful
Golden color.
He's a big sun
Small portrait.

Rainbow

The sky has cleared
The distance has turned blue!
It was as if it wasn’t raining
The river is like crystal!

Over the fast river,
Having illuminated the meadows,
appeared in the sky
Rainbow-arc!

SUMMER SHOWER
Irina Tokmakova

The summer shower filled the puddles -
Whole seas!
The dacha stood at the pier,
Having dropped anchor.

Only my ship is brave
Fighting the wave
And it doesn’t matter that it’s paper
The sail is above me.

Summer

So much light! So much sun!
So much greenery all around!
Summer has come again
And warmth came to our house.

And there is so much light around,
It smells like spruce and pine.
If only it were summer
It was with me for a whole year!

Summer day
Elena Erato

How beautiful it is, a summer day,
The shadow plays merrily
A butterfly flutters in the garden,
The finch hums something

By the bush of blooming roses
A flock of dancing dragonflies,
And the bee buzzes all day -
She brought fragrant honey.

The summer evening is calm and clear...
Afanasy Fet

The summer evening is calm and clear;
Look how the willows sleep;
The western sky is pale red,
And the rivers sparkle with their twists and turns.

Sliding from peaks to peaks,
The wind creeps through the forest heights.
Do you hear neighing in the valleys?
The herd is trotting.

Sunny morning

Lots and lots of sunshine
The sun is a whole country!
The sun's legs are getting stuck
In the low branches by the window.

Here it is a little more
He will accumulate strength in the heights,
Golden centipede
He'll sneak into my house!

THE SUN IS SHINING BRIGHTLY...
Ivan Surikov

The sun is shining brightly,
There's warmth in the air
And wherever you look -
Everything around is light.

The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers,
Covered in gold
Dark sheets. FLOWER
Yakub Kolas

Hello, my dear flower,
Summer guest spring!
How beautifully you have blossomed
To everyone's surprise.

The breeze will smile
And he plays with you.
Sunshine for you all day
Cheerfully caresses.

***
Vitaly Kodryan

Let the thunder roar louder
Lightning flashes.
They say that in the rain
I'll grow big...

But outside in the rain
Mama won't let me in.
Apparently he wants his daughter
She remained small.

Summer
G. Lagzdyn

Everything around has turned green,
Turned red, turned blue!
It's summer!
It's summer!
With the warm sea,
With bright light.

Summer rain
Apollo Maykov

"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we will collect it,
Just collect the golden grain
Barns full of fragrant bread!

Ripe summer
V. Lanzetti

Ripe summer
Dressed in berries
In apples and plums.
The days have become beautiful.
So much color!
How much light!
The sun is at the top of summer!

Why is there so much light?
I. Maznin

Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
It came to us for the whole summer.

That's why every day
Every day gets longer
Well, nights, night after night,
Shorter and shorter...

On a hot day
G. Ladonshchikov

The field is sunny and quiet,
The hot day dries the earth.
Buckwheat became thoughtful,
Barley hung its head,

And they don’t see what’s above the forest
The cloud rose like a mountain,
What is their sadness
Very soon
The rain will dispel the mischief.

What is summer?
V. Balashov

What is summer?
That's a lot of light
This is a field, this is a forest,
These are thousands of miracles

There are clouds in the sky
This is a fast river
These are bright flowers
This is the blue of heights.

Summer
Leonid Martynov

Here
And summer is on the doorstep:
The touch-me-not bees are hovering,
Majestically on guard
Attractive hives

So that all sorts of worries
Drowned in a measured roar,
Like alarm bells drowning in the gospel,
And in June
And in July
And especially
In August.

Summer in the forest
Zakhoder Boris

Walk! - beckoned
Forest path.
And so he walked
Along the path Alyoshka!...

After all, in the summer in the forest
Interesting, like in a fairy tale:
Bushes and trees
Flowers and frogs,
And the grass is green
Softer than a pillow!

Song about summer
S. Smetanin

The ringing summer begins
The golden time has come
Immediately a sea of hot light
Gives bright sun in the morning.

Sing along, buddy, with me,
I love to sing with you.
If we two try,
And the birches will begin to dance.

Average:

Summer
M. Evensen

Summer has arrived -
Strawberry blushed:
Turns sideways to the sun -
Everything will be filled with scarlet juice.

There is a red carnation in the field,
Red clover. Look at this:
And wild rose hips in summer
All covered in red.

Apparently people are not in vain
Summer is called red.

Heat
E. Grudanov

Another hot July day
Broke free.
Every living thing seeks shadow -
It's hot in the open field!

And above the river there is a forest,
The leaves are rustling,
He beckons, beckons
Relax in the shade!

Even on the hottest day
The forest canopy will save us!

Delicious summer
E. Ranneva

To the armful of sun rays
Add the cries of cranes,
Add the voice of a stream,
And then - a cricket song.
Blow the warm breeze
Top with rainbow afterwards.

And if you mix everything,
Close your eyes and wait
Sit on the tender grass -
Then you can eat summer with a spoon!!!

I vote for the summer - “For!”
I agree with me
Dragonfly,
Storm,
Dew,
Mosquito,
bug
And there's an old man on the bench,
And the baby in the sandbox,
And there is a flower girl at the tray,
And the warm wind
And the surf
And a strong saffron milk under the pine tree.
And even an echo echoes somewhere:
- And I,
And I,
And I’m here for the summer!

Good summer
N. Polyakova

Good summer!
Good summer!
How much heat is there in it
And how much light there is in it!

Summer is knocking
To our windows in the morning:
- Get up, kids!

Get up, ducklings,
Goslings, calves!
I will wash you all
River water
And I will warm you with the sun!
Grow quickly!

River
E. Grudanov

The summer sun is burning,
It cooks like an oven
And it flows under the hill
Blue River!

As if from a hill quickly
roll head over heels
And from the sun's rays
Take refuge in the river!

It doesn’t fry, it doesn’t bake,
The fish dance in circles!
Amazingly lucky
To everyone who lives in that river!

Summer
Y. Akim

Do you want to take a look at the summer?
You are allowed into the forest without a ticket.

Come!
Mushrooms and berries
So much -
You can't collect it in a year.

And by the river, and by the river
Little men with fishing rods.
Got it!
Look - pike!
I’ll drag the pike ashore.

Okay, tired of the heat,
Jump through the dew at night,
Cook porridge on the fire,
Talk until morning...

Summer rain
T. Dneprovskaya

The sun was burning hot,
The sultry earth was blowing.
At night a cloud came over,
The fields were waiting for the rain.

All the blades of grass are glad, glad,
And ears of corn and flowers,
What funny raindrops
They pour loudly from above.

The rain is noisy and cool,
A song full of miracles!
At dawn he breathes greedily
A forest filled with moisture.

Summer treat
L. Slutskaya

If you treat a cow
Summer flowers
She will make you happy
Delicious gifts:

Chamomile kefir
And clover cheese
And also bellflower
Fresh milk.

And you won't forget
Forever this feast:
Forget-me-not yogurt
And cornflower cheese.

What does summer smell like?
L. Schmidt

Summer smells like strawberries
dewy grass,
The gentle gold of dawn
And the forest path.

Warm sea and rains,
Grandma's baked goods,
White clover, bonfires...
And also – freedom!

From dictation worries,
Unbearable rules
From problems and equations
And wake-up calls.

July
N. Kapustyuk
(Acrostic)

The sun laughs merrily
The leaves are barely trembling.
Red afternoon at the well.
Blackberry aroma...

The rain forgot the way here
And he doesn't want to come.
Marigolds in a flowerbed can
Offer friendship to Astra.

Summer in every corner -
If only this were forever!
The cat sharpens its claws
And the bees are suffering!

July - the peak of summer
N. Kapustyuk
(Acrostic)

The raspberries are blooming on the bush,
And the tomato is in the garden.
Kavun gained authority...
Summer is doing great!

The peony looks gorgeous!
The cuckoo suffered...
And the good old wise maple
Cherishes nests of jackdaws.

It’s easy for him - the foliage keeps
Warmth in your palms
And the warbler rings and rings...
...And drowns in the blue sky!

Summer
V. Stepanov

How much morning light
Behind the open window!
Summer is walking across the earth,
Summer is walking barefoot!

How much summer and space!
How many songs and flowers!
The distance of the fields and the hum of engines,
Echoes of early trains.

How much light, how much sun,
So much greenery all around!
Let's wake up together with the birds,
We grow together with herbs!

Summer breathes a fresh breeze
N. Radchenko

Summer breathes a fresh wind,
Opens his arms to me.
Many, many kilometers
I will follow him.

Through the meadow where mint smells,
Through the forest along narrow paths,
From dawn to dusk
Through our native Russian expanses.

I swim in the river to my heart's content
And we eat plenty of berries,
To study at school
I had enough strength for a year.

Happy summer
A. Pleshcheev

Happy summer
You are dear to everyone.
In fragrant meadows
Flowers are blooming.

Shiny midges
Swirling in a crowd
And the sun sends them
Its beam is golden.

I draw summer
P. Pranuza

I paint summer -
What color?

Red paint -
Sun,
There are roses on the lawns,

And green is the field,
There are mowings in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And the stream is singing.

What kind of paint?
Will I leave the cloud?
I paint summer -
It's very difficult...

Summer
Vladimir Orlov

What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!

What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!

I'll give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
"Tell me your fortune quickly!"

And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

How much business does summer have?
Larisa Ishchenko

How much business does summer have, do you know?
You can't count all the worries.

We need to cover the meadow with flowers,
Water the grass with rain,

Decorate the sky with a rainbow,
So that the world is not sad.

So that the birds sing loudly,
So that we have time to tan,

Swim for the whole winter -
Everyone needs this.

What else does summer need?
So that children live together,

We were able to grow up more.
May summer last longer!

Last summer
I. Gamazkova

I'll draw strawberries
And I'll paint it red.
I collected it in the forest
Last summer...

I'll draw our river
And I'll color it blue:
I knew a fishing place
Last summer...

I draw an oak tree at the edge,
I paint oak green.
I made it to the top
Last summer!

I will send the drawings to my grandfather,
And then after them,
I'll come to my grandfather myself
This summer!

Summer
N. Matveeva

Between the stakes of a gray fence
The sun sent out long rays.
The mugs got out onto the road,
Scooping up dust with rough edges.

The plantain is a proven orderly,
Healer of feet wounded along the way, -
I approached the road and got ready:
Maybe he thinks who will need me...

The dandelion aims to fly around:
All his fluff has moved to one side,
But they stopped hesitantly:
Where to fly! Which way!

The hot day has already turned to evening:
The evening whispered something in my ear,
The clouds overheard and thought
And, forgetting why they came, they melted...

Summer evening
Fedor Tyutchev

Already a hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed me up.

The bright stars have already risen
And gravitating over us
The vault of heaven has been lifted
With your wet heads.

The river of air is fuller
Flows between heaven and earth,
The chest breathes easier and more freely,
Freed from the heat.

And a sweet thrill, like a stream,
Nature ran through my veins,
How hot are her legs?
The spring waters have touched.

Rain
Black Sasha

Summer rain lashes the roof
By iron sheets.
I hear, I hear!
Tra-ta-ta-ta, tram-there-there!

I'll take off my tight boots
And I'll roll up my pants...
Along the groove along the path
I'll gallop at a trot with a squeal!

Eva! Splash, evil snakes!
The whole ditch is full of bubbles,
The rain is dancing on the bench,
Drumming in the burdocks.

Watering with a prickly water
Got me wet...
The sun has come out of the clouds!
The sun will dry it out - I suppose!

Large:

What does summer smell like?
N. Anishina

Summer smells like strawberries
Warm rain, strawberries.
Summer smells like cucumbers
And fragrant flowers,
silver fish,
And cool okroshka.

Summer smells like the blue sea,
Coniferous forest, open field,
Apples and mushrooms
And ripened bread,
And also bee honey,
Have a fun trip,
Mint, clover, wormwood,
The aroma of pears and melon.

Summer has many smells,
You won't tell me until dawn,
Summer is very tasty
And not at all sad.

Summer
Yu. Chichev

The forest is full of songs and screams.
Strawberries splash with juice.
A bee is dancing on a flower.
A fish splashes in the river...
What is this time called?
It's not hard to guess: SUMMER!

Let it be on your neck, like beads,
Mosquito bites,
But ready until morning
Listen to stories by the fire.
What is this time called?
It's not hard to guess: SUMMER!

We eat potatoes from the fire
And as if in make-believe,
Like wheat, day after day
We get rich and grow.
What is this time called?
It's not hard to guess: SUMMER!

Hello, SUMMER!
Tatyana Bokova

So much greenery all around!
What is this? It's SUMMER
Finally he hurries to our house.

How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the forest!
So we'll eat for a year
Stock up on vitamins!

I swim to my heart's content in the river,
I'll sunbathe to my heart's content.
And on grandma's stove
I'll sleep as long as you want!

So much sun! How much light!
How wonderful the summer heat is!
I wish I could make it so summer
It was with me for a whole year!

CAREFREE SUMMER
Irina Butrimova

Have a carefree summer
Golden time
Festival of sun and light
Gives joy in the morning.

Nothing is more beautiful
In the grove of birds singing,
Yellow-eyed daisies
Snow-white eyelashes.

Cornflowers bright blue
In the emerald grass
And lilac haze
Above the river at dawn.

Ripe raspberries
Sweet juice on the lips
As a sign of July
In the forests near Moscow.

SUMMER
Nikolay Zidorov

Walking along the path
Golden summer.
Fords the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.

Walks and wanders through the dew,
Through the colorful meadow,
Wears a rainbow in her braid,
Braided tightly.

He gets up and sighs joyfully -
The wind will pick up.
He waves his hand at the clouds -
Warm rain will fall.

He will even visit the city.
Stay for a while - and that’s fine.
He will bring it there in handfuls
The air from the mountains is cool.

Whisper of the river, bird whistle,
Light fluff without weight.
There is a wet leaf on the asphalt,
Like a letter from the forest.

HELLO SUMMER!
Svetlana Artamonova

Hello,
Long-awaited summer!
Sun, river and sand,
Birch tree shadow, stream,
Mosquito ringing and squeaking,
Orioles whistle softly,

The flutter of dragonfly wings,
And the satin silk of grass,
Bouquet of bluebells,
Nightingale's night sonnet,

Strawberries and raspberries
Boletus by the stump,
Blue web
At dawn at the beginning of the day,

The heat of the midday sun
The smell of hay and grass,
And well water
Drank a glass to the bottom,

Quiet rustle from the rain,
Rainbow arc over the field,
Caravels-clouds
On the heavenly blue sea!

Rain, rain
Tatyana Bokova

Summer rain, warm shower!
Sparkles in the wind!
Leaves a sea of puddles
To get everyone drunk!

Summer rain! Wait!
We've waited again!
Come on, rain! Help me out
Forest dweller!

For a moose cow - a stream,
For mice - dewdrops,
And the seagulls are ready for the birds
In a hole on the path.

They drink from the bushes with their palms,
Droplets - midges,
And the blades of grass and bushes
Drink a teaspoon.

Just a quick summer day
The puddles are getting shallow.
We're expecting rain tomorrow too
Come soon!

Come and visit us, wait!
We'll drink again
The best tea in the world
From the forest rain!

What does the sun look like?
Tatyana Bokova

What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.

It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.

On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.

On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.

Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?

If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it’s shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!

Let it look like everything else
STILL MORE EXPENSIVE!

Summer is over
O. Driz

The floor doesn't creak
The threshold is resting -
Left the dacha
Top-top
And jump and jump.

The rooms are empty
Quiet, twilight -
We went to the city
Ding-ding
And tick-tock.

Leaves are falling
In a sleeping garden -
The bus took away
There-there-there
And doo-doo.

The doll is lying
In the yellowed grass:
Leaf like a cap
On the head.

To her every day
More and more sad...
What about the bus?
Not going after her?

It's all winter...Where is summer?
Boris Zakhoder

It's all winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
I'm waiting for your answer!

Summer, -
The swallow thinks -
Arriving very soon.
Summer needs to hurry,
And it flies like a bird!

Is it arriving? -
The Mole snorted. -
It's crawling underground!
You say
Is summer coming soon?
I don't hope so!

Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his den
Somewhere...

The horse neighed:
-Where is the carriage?
I'm now
I'll deliver summer!

Summer, -
The hares told me -
He gets on the train at the station,
Because maybe it's summer
Ride like a hare -
Without a ticket!
Summer
Sergey Gorodetsky

I'm lying in the meadow.
Not a gig in the sky.
Clouds float into the distance
Like a silent river.

And in the grass, on the ground,
On a flower, on a stem -
Singing and whistling everywhere,
And every leaf lives:

There's a fly and a beetle here,
AND green spider.
A bee has arrived
And she crawled into the flower.

There's a grasshopper's mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant groans
At work.

The furry bumblebee is buzzing
And he looks angrily
Where is the tallest flower?
Where is the honey tastier?

And the mosquito is a cannibal,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if you were visiting,
It flew into my sleeve.

It will sting and sing.
Well! We must endure:
I'm killing in the meadow
I can't do anyone.

Mosquitoes
Agnia Barto

Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cool in the garden now,
But that's how mosquitoes bite,
At least run out of the garden!

Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The mosquito has a stubborn temperament
But she's more stubborn!

She will drive them away with her hand,
They are spinning again.
She shouts: - What a shame,
They attacked the baby!

And mom sees from the window,
How brave Marina is
Fighting alone in the garden
With a squad of mosquitoes.

Two mosquitoes are sitting again
On the baby's finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Slam on the blanket!

In summer
I. Zagraevskaya

Katenka gooseberry
Collects it in a mug.
Berry by berry
It pours obediently...
Even though it hurts my hands,
But there are so many berries!

Poured cherry
You touch it inadvertently
Immediately hands, cheeks -
Everything is covered in cherry juice!

Here are the apples in the garden
They became completely ripe.
I'll go for the bench
I’ll reach out, pick it and eat it!

This is a raspberry tree.
Above every raspberry
A bee is hovering -
Striped back...

In summer
Sasha Cherny

Outside the village in complete freedom
An airplane wind is blowing.
There's a potato field there
Everything blooms purple.

And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always at odds with the wind,
A path runs through the oak tree
Down to the icy pond.

A boat flashed through the bushes,
Ripple and sharp shine of the sun.
The raft rumbles clearly
The sound of rollers accompanied by a loud splash.

The pond turns blue in a round cup.
Willows bend towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.

The sun streaked down.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, I’ll undress behind the birch tree,
I’ll stretch out my arms and go to them!

Summer rain
Bokova Tatyana

Summer rain, warm shower!
Sparkles in the wind!
Leaves a sea of puddles
To get everyone drunk!

Summer rain! Wait!
We've waited again!
Come on, rain! Help me out
Forest dweller!

For a moose cow - a stream,
For mice - dewdrops,
And the seagulls are ready for the birds
In a hole on the path.

They drink from the bushes with their palms,
Droplets - midges,
And the blades of grass and bushes
Drink a teaspoon.

Just a quick summer day
The puddles are getting shallow.
We're expecting rain tomorrow too
Come soon!

Come and visit us, wait!
We'll drink again
The best tea in the world
From the forest rain! Summer
Moritz Junna

Wonderful sweets
They gave it in the garden;
Temptations and passions
Moon and star.

Eastern finish
Revealing traces
Dangled into plates
Flowers and fruits.

Child and bird
They fed
And they moved the knitting needle,
Attracting days.

They glowed so much
Fruits in the flesh
That the children were embarrassed
And they began to grow

And a gentle blush
Speech colored
Owning a backpack
Hanging from the shoulders.

And some craving
Broke a rib,
And some moisture
I watered the feather.

Pen and paper
Love and courage, -
Swinging on the bowls
Evil and good.

Summer is coming
Jan Brzechwa, trans. A. Samsonov

Where does summer come from?
Does anyone know this?

The mole looked out of the hole fearfully:
"He'll probably come by train."

The hedgehog snorted: “Read in the chat -
He'll ride on a scooter!"

The snake hissed: “Summer will come
On an old bike!"

Drozd whistled: “Well, you give it!
Summer is on the plane!"

The magpie chirps: "This time
Keep your eyes on him.

Me last year in May
I saw summer on the tram."

Not true! We're all used to it
By summer on a motorcycle.

I saw him being taken
In a white car.

Not true! It's in the carriage!
- In the carriage?.. Well, what can I say!

I'll tell you who doesn't understand:
There's a yacht at sea in the summer!

And summer came on foot,
Spun barefoot in the meadows.
And everyone was surprised by this.
Hello Summer!

Until next summer
Sobakin Tim

Summer is leaving quietly,
Dressed in foliage.
And stays somewhere
In a dream or in reality:

Silver fly
In the spider's webs,
Undrinking mug
Fresh milk.

And a glass stream.
AND warm earth.
And over the forest clearing
The buzzing of a bumblebee.

Autumn comes quietly,
Dressed in fog.
She brings the rains
And foreign countries.

And a yellow heap of leaves,
And the aroma of the forest,
And dampness in dark holes.

And somewhere behind the wall
Alarm clock until dawn
Chirping on the table:
“Until the next summer,
until the future le-..."

***
Valentin Berestov

Summer, summer has come to us!
It became dry and warm.
Straight along the path
The feet walk barefoot.

Bees circle, birds fly,
And Marinka is having fun.
I saw a rooster:
- What a miracle! Ha ha ha!

Amazing rooster:
Feathers on top, fluff below!
I saw a piglet
The girl smiles:

- Who runs from a chicken?
The whole street is screaming
Instead of a tail there is a hook,
Instead of a nose there is a snout,

Piglet is full of holes,
Is the hook swivel?
And Barbos, the red dog,
Made her laugh to tears.

He's not running after the cat,
And behind your own tail.
The sly tail curls,
Can't be punched in the teeth.

The dog waddles sadly,
Because he's tired.
The tail wags merrily:
“I didn’t get it! I didn’t get it!”

Summer, summer has come to us!
It became dry and warm.
Straight along the path
The feet walk barefoot.

Summer alphabet
T. Lavrova

Summer has an alphabet
Everything about it sparkles colorfully.

The aroma of flowers is intoxicating,
It will attract white butterflies.
Bright cherries are delicious
Can be seen from afar by jackdaws.

It rains occasionally
A hedgehog carries a mushroom under the tree.
Hot during the day, cool in the morning,
Strawberries are happy for children.

Games, dancing, fun...
Mosquitoes buzz around your ear.
The forest attracts tourists
The sea greets you kindly.

Forget-me-nots
Reflected in the water.
The beach beckons with warm sand,
Unfortunately, the river has dried up.

The sun is shining bright,
He drives Cloud into the house.
Morning in a colorful shirt:
Phlox, poppies and daisies.

The bread is ruddy and fragrant,
The color of the crust is golden.
Miracles sparkle all around.
The school is on holiday in the summer.

A good holiday to the pikes in the river,
The echo teases everyone in the forest.
South. My whole life is dressed in silk.
I love colorful summer!

Hello summer!
L. Derbenev

Again over the copses
Bird noise in the morning.
Hello, Pioneer
Summer time!
Hidden in the greenery of maples
Camp over the river
Our squad song
Sing with us!

Let it scare you in the evening
Gloomy firmament -
In the morning at the appointed hour
We'll go on a hike.
Clinging to the rainbow
The rain hangs like a wall.
Rain, squad song
Sing with us!

Hello, blue river
And a green forest!
We will be filled with strength,
We will grow stronger here.
Grove above the lake
With sensitive foliage,
Pink summer morning
Sing with us!

Let's wind the music
Listen in the evening
And along narrow paths
Run barefoot.
Again over the copses
The bird noise is thick.
Pioneer summer,
Sing with us!