Poems about winter for the little ones: children from 1 to 4 years old. 34 poems by different authors for children's parties, activities, games with kids, winter walks.

Children's poems about winter. Part 1.

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

N. Sakonskaya. Where's my finger?

Masha put on her mitten:
- Oh, where am I going?
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house!
Mom took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search, you search and you will find.
Hello, little finger!
How are you living?

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

N. Pikuleva. Felt boots

Paty-paaaty-paaaaty - paaaaty,
The felt boots came out of the hut,
We walked around the yard,
They danced at the feast,
Lay down on the stove
Guard the pies!

I. Tokmakova. Bear

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

And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Quiet, quiet... Don't make noise

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

You can also play blind man's buff. Then the task of the game is different. First, we read the poem together. Then you need to quietly walk past an adult who is holding a bear sleeping in a den on his lap. If the bear hears sounds, it wakes up and catches up with the baby. The kid runs away to the “house”.

O. Vysotskaya. Cold

Who meowed at the door?
- Open it quickly! —
It's very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.

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

Bear, bear!
What's wrong with you?
Why do you sleep in winter?

Because snow and ice -
Not raspberries and not honey!

V. Khorol. Bunny

Once upon a time there lived a bunny
Long ears.
The bunny got frostbitten
The nose is on the edge.
Frostbitten nose
Frostbitten ponytail
And went to warm up
Visit the kids.
It's warm and nice there,
There is no wolf.
And they give you carrots
For lunch.

T. Elchin. Winter song

Where are you, sun?
Really?
We are completely
They were numb.

Without you
The water is frozen
Without you
The ground is frozen...

Come out, sunshine,
Hurry!
Caress and warm!

Z. Alexandrova. Snowball

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

I. Pivovarova. Hare

The hare lay down on a hillock,
I decided to take a nap for an hour.
While he was sleeping sweetly,
The first snow fell on the ground.
The gray hare woke up,
Wondering what's the matter?
I was gray, but I became white!
Who changed me?

Who changed the bunny's clothes? Why does the bunny change his fur coat? More about this - fairy tales, pictures, poems, educational tasks for children.

O. Vysotskaya. Snow bunny

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

O. Vysotskaya. On a sled

The sled rolled down.
Hold on tight, doll!
Sit, don't fall -
There's a ditch ahead!

You must drive carefully!
Otherwise you might crash!

Z. Alexandrova. In small mittens

In small mittens
Palms hidden.
Help with felt boots
Should I put on my boots...

The first snow fell at night.
We got dressed before everyone else.
I'm pushing a sled -
I want to go for a walk.

V. Lunin. Who gets hot in winter?

Feet are freezing
Hands are freezing
Fur coats are freezing,
Hats,
Trousers.
Outside
Such a cold -
Even ice
And he has a cold.
Only blizzards and blizzards
They sweated from diligence:
Blizzards and blizzards are blowing
Snow-white beds -
Lay out in the yard
Kids!

V. Orlov. Merry snow

Snow everywhere,
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere,
Laughter,
Laughter!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Laughter everywhere
And laughs!
From above
On the guys
Like fluff,
Not snowflakes
They're flying,
And the funny ones!

S. Marshak. Snow is pouring and falling in armfuls

Snow is pouring and falling in armfuls
It's winter in the fields.
Covered up to the eyebrows with hats
In the courtyards of the house.

At night the blizzard played tricks,
The snow was knocking on the glass,
And now - look how fun it is
And white-white!

O. Vysotskaya. Winter has come

The first quatrain from this poem is suitable for small children. The entire poem is for children of senior preschool and primary school age.

Winter has come with frosts,
With frosts, with snowstorms.
Snowdrifts under birch trees,
White and white under the spruce trees.

On the elms outside the outskirts
A set of white beads.
And the air burns and stings,
And it smells like watermelon.

An invigorating winter has come,
Ringing, crispy,
With school tasks
And hot stoves.

We love frosty days
Roller elastic ice,
Starry night sky
And a noisy New Year!

Winter has come with firecrackers,
With candies, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.

Winter with a cheerful mask
Comes to our houses.
magical, a good fairy tale
It feels like winter to us!

I. S. Nikitin. Fragment

The bitter frost is bitter,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
He closed the window.

V. Berestov. Snowfall

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?

M. Sadovsky. Winter coat

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

Winter has come (folk song)

We pronounce the text with stretched vowels. On the last lines we “drop” the baby from our laps.

Winter has come
Harnessed the horses to the sleigh,
On the way - I've taken the path,
There is ice on the river,
Connected with the shore,
Chained to the ground.
The snow was frozen,
I sat the little kids on a sled,
I dashed off the mountain! Woohoo!

Like in the snow (folk song - nursery rhyme)

Like walking through snow through a blizzard
Three sleighs were flying.
And they make noise and thunder,
The bells are ringing.

Grandfather is in the first sleigh,
In the other sled there is a grandmother,
In the third sled is Auntie.

Our Katya ran out,
Met dear guests,
She opened the gate for them,
It led to a new hill.

Felt boots. Folk nursery rhyme.

Let's buy felt boots for my son,
Let's put it on your legs,
Let's go on the path.
Our son will walk
New felt boots to wear.

Our Masha (folk nursery rhyme)

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

In the nursery rhyme, you need to replace the girl’s name with the child’s name - for example, “Our Tanya is little.”

Zimushka (folk cry)

You, winter girl, winter,
The winter was stormy
Everyone was drinking, everyone was chalking,
Primora was alive
Kalinushka with raspberries
Zalaaamlila!

Poems about winter for children 4 years and older

G. Lagzdyn. Freezing

The sun just touched the roof -
Santa Claus left the house,
Frost hurried to the river
With a white cloud in hand.
On the paths, on the paths,
Where there were puddles,
Santa Claus throws ice cubes
And spinning on the ice floes,
It glides along the river, freezes,
The willows breathe gray hair,
Snow throws under the runners
With an icy mitten,
And then, grabbing with an armful,
Pours it on the porch,
Hit the glass with a frozen cap,
Mischievously dusty in the face.
How about catching up? Go! Try!
Frost will lead into the snowdrifts,
And in the snowdrifts there is a tower.
Winter itself lives there.

V. Berestov. Black ice

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But then
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?!

V. Stepanov. Stars are snowflakes

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

Stars are falling
To the house and paths,
Katya's melting
On a warm palm.

Melting silently
Snowflake stars
And on the palm of your hand
They sparkle like tears.

Katya from a walk
Will return home -
White fairy tale
She'll dream about it at night.

A. Fet “Mom, look from the window”

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids, and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom?
You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

I. Surikov. Winter (fragment)

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

M. Lukashkina. First Snow Festival

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Look at the calendar -
You won't believe your eyes!
It’s not there... After all, the number
He chooses himself.

And about the month to us
One can only guess.
Will it come in October?
Will it wait until December?

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

Will give, as always,
Everyone! And in full measure.
Look around!
The day is no longer gray.

A holiday, like a painter,
Snow-white paint
He splashed everyone in the window,
I delighted everyone with a fairy tale.

Opened our eyes
Gave me hope for a miracle, -
And went nowhere
Coming out of nowhere.

Amazing day!
It has both freshness and bliss...
The best holiday of all -
Celebration of the first snow!

A. Barto. Not alone

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

February snow, weak-weak,
Wrinkled under my hand,
But just right for a snow woman
We need one like this.

It was hot for us to work
It's like there's no winter
It's like February was taken from March
Warm day on loan.

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

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

Suddenly Natalka frowned,
She's only five years old
He says: “I feel sorry for the woman.”
Why should she stand here? –

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

We crowded around the woman,
We thought - what to do?
At least give her a friend
Need to get it.

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

The sound of the tram will soon subside
And the moon will rise,
Our snow woman
There will be more than one.

Ya. Akim. First snow

In the morning the cat brought it on its paws
First snow!
First snow!
It has taste and smell,
First snow!
First snow!
He is spinning, light, new,
Over the guys' heads
He managed a down scarf
Spread on the pavement,
He whitens along the fences,
I took a nap on the lantern.
So soon, very soon
The sled will fly down the slides,
So it will be possible again
Build a fortress in the yard!

S. Kozlov. Winter

I'll draw today
Winter, such a snowy one.
Forest, road -
Everything is covered in snow.
Black raven on a haystack.

And fences and gates,
Paths to the black hole...
Smoke from chimneys, houses in the snow -
Real winter!

I'll wave my brush -
And from the sky
Suddenly flakes of snow begin to fall.

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

The road is no longer visible.
The haystacks are no longer visible...

No fences, bullfinches,
The fields and forests were covered in snow,
It’s just snowing more and more,
Thicker, happier, more generous!

And you people, know (folk)

And you people know
Get your sleigh ready!
Welcome winter!
Magnify frost!
With deep snows!
Happy long evenings!

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

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Winter is a magical and fabulous time of year for kids. Miracles are happening everywhere... Snowfalls with incredibly beautiful snowflakes, frost draws bizarre patterns on the glass, ponds are frozen with ice, and around the snowdrifts are cold and white like ice cream.

A selection of winter poems for children 3 and 4 years old.

In this selection of winter poems for children of the younger group of kindergarten you will find short poems and beautiful quatrains about winter and winter fun, poems about snowfall and dancing snowflakes. All poems are selected taking into account the age characteristics of children 3 and 4 years old. Poems marked with an asterisk are recommended by methodologists for memorization. But you can also choose your favorite passage or quatrain for older children and memorize it with your child; recommendations and tips on how to help your child learn a poem can be found on our website.

Snowfall*

V. Berestov

The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on.
We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?

Wonderful picture*

Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon.

The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

The bitter cold is bitter...

I. Nikitin

The bitter frost is bitter,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
He closed the window.

Winter joy

G. Ladonshchikov

White snow-snowball
It burns and stings.
Come out, my friend,
Beyond the outskirts.
There's a snowy mountain there
Powdered,
There was a ski track yesterday
Paved by me.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest,
We'll bring it home
Winter joy.

She made noise and walked around

I. Nikitin

She made noise and walked around
There is bad weather in the field;
Covered with white snow
Smooth road.
Covered with white snow,
There was no trace left.
Dust and blizzard rose,
Out of sight.

Snowflake

T. Shorygina

Sat on my mitten
Light snowflake
And she fluffed herself up like a bird,
Ice back.
I froze quietly
So that it doesn't fly away.
Soon my mitten
It will become white and white.

Snow Bunny*

O. Vysotskaya

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

Like on a hill - snow, snow...

I. Tokmakova

Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree there is snow, snow,
And under the tree there is snow, snow.
And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush, hush. Don't make any noise!

Winter

T. Shorygina

Dandelion from snowflakes
Winter will bring it to its lips,
Just a whiff and there's a fluff
The seeds will scatter.

The dandelion flies around
There's a fire burning in the windows,
Winter evening substitutes
White stars palm.

Snow

Snow, snow is spinning,
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.

Black ice

V. Berestov

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But then
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?!

Frost

G. Galina

Through the trees silvery
The veil was thrown over -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lace beauty!
And the birch tree itself is sad
I couldn't find out on my own -
So skillfully decorated
Winter tree branches...

The whole skating rink is lit up

The whole skating rink is lit up,
The whole skating rink
How many legs are there on skates?
How many legs!

Everyone keeps saying: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
No luck!

Wow! No luck:
Bang! And onto the ice!

Better take off your skates
Clubfoot!

Snow everywhere

A. Brodsky

There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.

From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing near the rubble.

And I can too
So dance in the snow.

Snowflakes

G. Novitskaya

- Who are the snowflakes?
Did you make these?
To work
Who's responsible?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And grabbed me
By the nose!

Snowflakes

I. Bursov

Light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Spinning, spinning
Above the table by the light bulb.
We gathered for the light.
Where should they go?
They too, icy,
I want to warm up.

Snowflakes

A. Melnikov

Snowflakes are flying,
Almost invisible
There are always so many of them in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
Fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught it with my hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal ice...
On a warm palm
A tear remains.

Snowball

G. Novitskaya

I cherish a snowball in my hands
And I warm you with my breath.
Look my snowball
Turned into a stream!
Oh, don't stand in the way!
He is in a hurry to find spring!

Winter

In the picture of winter
Everything is white from snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they flash on it
In the middle of a cotton clearing
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.

Zimushka-winter

T. Bokova

Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind's wings knock on sleepy houses.
Squares and parks bloom in snowy whiteness.
And the frost erects arches over the forest path.

Winter forest

S. Ostrovsky

Autumn gilded the forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding has disappeared.

Winter dream

I dreamed of mountains at night...
high mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.

How nice it is in winter!

E. Snitsaruk

Cleanliness and freshness all around.
How nice it is in winter!
The air is clean and frosty,
And I don’t want to go home.
But it's freezing,
Climbs under the coat
No matter how good it is in winter,
But I’m hurrying home to the warmth.

Candy

I. Vekshegonova

The snow lies like sugar
Blue powder!
How our world works
Joyful and wise!
Here's an icicle hanging
In the shimmer of light
And sister Ulka
Thinks: candy!

In our selection you can find short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old in an easy, interesting form that convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun.

Kids will be able to quickly memorize simple rhymes and recite them at matinees or family gatherings.

Short poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Short poems about winter

Who meowed at the door?
Open it quickly!
It's very cold in winter.
Murka asks to go home.

(O. Vysotskaya)

Short poems about winter

Bear, bear!
What's wrong with you?
Why do you sleep in winter?
Because snow and ice -
Not raspberries and not honey!

Short poems about winter

Snow everywhere,
Snow,
Snow!
Laughter everywhere,
Laughter,
Laughter!
Snow everywhere
And snowballs
Laughter everywhere
And laughs!
From above
On the guys
Like fluff,
Not snowflakes
They're flying,
And the funny ones!

Short poems about winter

It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!

(V. Berestov)

The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

(S. Ostrovsky)

Short poems about winter for children

Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.

(A. Bosev)

Short poems about winter for children

Oh, my darlings
Bullfinches, titmouses!
I made a feeder for you -
Help yourself, birds.

(I. Ageeva)

Short poems about winter for children

- Who are the snowflakes?
Did you make these?
To work
Who's responsible?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And grabbed me
By the nose!

(G. Novitskaya)

Short poems about winter for children

Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!

(K. Bilic)

Short poems about winter for children

Children sledding in the snow
They rush down the hill like the wind.
Who is afraid of falling into the snow -
Let him not sit on the sled.

(Yu. Garey)

Short poems about winter for children

Snow was falling on the threshold,
The cat baked himself a pie.
In the meantime, I sculpted and baked -
The pie flowed away like a stream.
Bake your own pies
Not from snow - from flour.
(P. Voronko)

Winter, winter, winter
Snow huts.
Brought us fun
Snowballs, rides.

(A. Maltseva)

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

We want to play in winter
Throw snowballs
Drive sleds down the mountain,
Smile a lot

(A. Maltseva)

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Winter Christmas trees
Dressed up in fur coats
From needle to needle
Covered with frost

(A. Maltseva)

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

Hello, white winter,
Snow beauty.
Your gifts for us
I really, really like it.

(A. Maltseva)

Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old

We love winter for the snow,
Mittens and sleds,
For a hot pie
And bagels with tea

(A. Maltseva)

Winter - the frost is getting stronger, snow is swirling outside the window, rosy-cheeked children are happily rolling down the slide, and the house is warm and cozy... Read the poems we have selected about winter - perhaps you will want to go outside and play in the snow?! Why sit at home when there is such snow-white beauty outside the window!

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Poems about winter for children and adults

Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
M. Pozharova

***
It's getting cold

The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!

Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.

He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.

Get used to the cold! -
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.
Agnia Barto

***
Winter dream

I dreamed of mountains at night...
high mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.
Agnia Barto

***
Winter evening

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth

The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
A. S. Pushkin

***
Tricky sled

My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.
I. Bursov

***
Winter is the most fun

Winter is the most fun
Sit by the stove by the red coals,
Eat hot flatbreads,
Climb into a snowdrift with boot tops,
Skate around the entire pond
And immediately fall into bed.

Spring is the most fun time
Scream among the green fields
Sitting on a hill with a Barboska
And think about white winter,
Fluffy willows to break
And throw stones into the lake.

And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
While swimming, surf the wave,
Chasing a squirrel from pine to pine,
Lighting fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field...

But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pluck plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will grow moss with a horned...
The thresher is knocking in the distance - And the rye on the carts reaches the ground...
Sasha Cherny

***
Birch

White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Sergey Yesenin

***
Winter has come

Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
I. Chernitskaya

***
Ice skating

I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! So I slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
The ice crunched and quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas wolves! full speed–
From pond to ditch...
One-two! down a slippery slope...
One and two! funny legs...
One-two! forward and forward...
Sasha Cherny

***
Bullfinches

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.
A. Prokofiev

***
I know what I need to come up with

I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.

I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.
Agnia Barto

***
Winter

White snow, fluffy swirling in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
The dark forest covered itself with a wonderful cap
And he fell asleep under her soundly, soundly...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Now the frosts have arrived - and winter has come.
The toiling peasant pulled out his sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
The peasant has been waiting for winter and cold for a long time,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards wouldn't blow snow.
He is now calm - everything around is covered,
And he is not afraid of the angry frost.
I. Surikov

Konstantin Balmont "SNOWFLAKE"

Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!

Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.

Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.

In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.

Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.

His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.

But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.

Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!

Evgeny Baratynsky

Where is the sweet whisper
My forests?
Streams of murmurs,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With its bark
The stream grows numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.

Afanasy Fet

The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gates.

Afanasy Fet

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Afanasy Fet

Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon

The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

Afanasy Fet

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.

Samuel Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY"

Open the calendar -
January begins.

In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.

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

Samuel Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY"

The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
It curls like a snake on the ground
Light drifting snow.

Over the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft flights.
Glory to the dear army
On her birthday!

Sergey Mikhalkov “WHITE POEMS”

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough work for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Only the janitor, only the janitor
He says: “I am this Tuesday.”
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day long,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats left me,
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!

Fedor Tyutchev

Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…

Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.

Daniil Kharms

I walked along the swamp in winter
In galoshes,
With a hat
And with glasses.
Suddenly someone rushed along the river
On metal
Hooks.

I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his feet,
Sat down,
Jumped
And disappeared.

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

Mikhail Isakovsky “WINTER EVENING”

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

While the winter evening is short,
She leaned over the table:
Either you write or you read,
What are you thinking about?

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

Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
All the roads are empty
Your friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.

The snowstorm covered the paths, -
It's not easy to get through.
But there's fire in your window
Visible very far away.

Sergey Yesenin

Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.

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

The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.

And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.

Sergey Yesenin “BIRCH”

White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

Alexander Blok “DIlapidated Hut”

Dilapidated hut
It's all covered in snow.
Grandma-old lady
Looking out the window.
To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Fun for the kids
Fast sled run...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...
There will be a snow house
Frisky game...
Your fingers will get cold,
It's time to go home!
Tomorrow we'll have tea,
They look out the window -
And the house has already melted,
It's spring outside!

Nikolay Nekrasov “SNOWBALL”

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

- Who are you singing for, blizzard?
With silver horns?
— For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.

Bunin Ivan “FIRST SNOW”

It smelled like winter cold
To the fields and forests.
Light up bright purple
Before sunset the sky.

At night the storm raged,
And with dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow started to fall.

And today over the wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye belatedly
A string of geese.

A.S. Pushkin “WINTER MORNING”

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

A.S. Pushkin

What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.
And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...

Winter is the quietest time of the year. The forest is sleeping, covered with a snow-white blanket of snow. Silence, only occasionally you can hear the crunch of branches and the howling of a snowstorm.

Small, easy poems for children clearly convey the charm of the winter landscape of nature, tell children about winter natural phenomena, snow, frost and, of course, the New Year. All this is reflected in bright children's poems about winter.

Winter morning

Fell into the trees at night
Frost as thick as a finger.
The village has become a fairy tale
And so dear, dear!
Silence pours into the fence,
Everything is silent, and I am silent too;
You can just hear it like in a well
Floppy
Tub...

Timofey Belozerov

First snow

Oh mommy, look
All over the yard
How many whites
butterflies,
So many of them
I've never seen-
- No, my little one,
These are not butterflies
The butterflies have flown away
Along with flowers.
It's snowing
These are snowflakes
Similar
On white butterflies.

Hovhannes Tumanyan

Blue and white

(translation by I. Tumakova)

White winter. Everything is covered in frost.
The snow woman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snow woman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, weirdo, I don’t need warmth.
I live in peace with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and frost?
The ground is white. The sky is blue.

FrantisekGrubin

In the cold

Snow outside and cold.
The puddle is filled with strong ice.
Timid from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reaching for houses:
- Can I warm up with you?

Valentina Lanzetti

Winter handicraft

Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Oh, if only spring would come soon...

E. Yavetskaya

Birch

White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

Sergey Yesenin

Winter colors

Winter has prepared
Paints everything for everyone herself.
Field - the best white,
Zoryam - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sparkles.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
Like an artist, he paints in different ways:
whoever plays paints it red.
Who is afraid to move -
Blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint it differently!

V. Fetisov

Where do they carry snow in cars?

Where do they carry snow in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They give it to the guys
For the New Year in gifts,
They will receive full bags -
And everyone runs to play in the snow!
Snowballs don't reach
They melt in the hot sun,
And only puddles here and there...
Where do they carry snow in cars?

Irina Tokmakova

Puppy and snow

The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn’t understand anything.
- Where do so many white flies come from?
Has it crowded into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?..
He opened his mouth - and grabbed the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
He chews and chews, but here’s the problem!
There is only water on the tongue.
The puppy was completely embarrassed
And he went back to the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, he was just small
And I saw snow for the first time...

L. Dyakonov

Snowball

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

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

Nikolay Nekrasov

Hello winter-winter!

Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!

G. Ladonshchikov

Snowflakes

Snowflakes, snowflakes
On Ninka's cheeks,
Stuck in braids
Hanging on eyelashes
They make it difficult to watch.
She squeezed it in her palm,
I wanted a little
Warm the snowflakes.
I pressed it tighter,
But what happened to them?
What a disaster!
The snowflakes have disappeared
In Ninka's palm
Only one water!

M. Klokova

Christmas tree

(translation by M. Sidorenko)

Through the snowdrifts, through the bushes
A white hare is jumping.
There's no hole here or there
What should a hare do?
He's afraid of the hunter
He is shaking all over with fear.
The hare is jumping, the hare is rushing,
The hare runs to the Christmas tree.
Hide me, Christmas tree,
Hurry up!
Hide me, green one.
Have pity!
And covered it quickly
Christmas tree branches
Poor little bunny
With long ears.
Only the tail is visible,
Well, no problem:
The tail can be hidden
In the snow
Always.

D. Khorol

Snowman

(translation (Berestov V.))

Snowman, snowman
I'm used to living in the cold.
Don't be afraid for him
And in the frosty darkness
Leave alone
Starry winter night.
In the snowman's pipe
Frost instead of tobacco.
And armed with a broom,
He stands there, not breathing.
And the house clock rings
He hears through the walls.

Karem Maurice

Freezing

"Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!" -
So the gloomy frost grumbled
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.

Valentin Berestov

What is New Year?

What is New Year?
This is a friendly round dance.
These are pipes and violins.
Jokes, songs and smiles -
That's what it means
This is what New Year means!

What is New Year?
New Year - frost and ice!
And in the dancing snowflakes
Invisible springs.
That's what it means
This is what New Year means!

Mikhail Plyatskovsky

Our Christmas tree

Look through the door crack -
You will see our Christmas tree.
Our tree is tall
Reaches to the ceiling.
And there are toys hanging on it -
From the stand to the top of the head.

E. Ilyina

New Year is coming soon

Soon, soon New Year!
He's in a hurry, he's coming!
Knock on our doors:
Children, hello, I'm coming to you!
We are celebrating the holiday
Decorating the Christmas tree
Hanging toys
Balloons, crackers...
Soon Santa Claus will come,
He will bring us gifts -
Apples, candy...
Santa Claus, where are you?!

Z. Orlova

Old year

Everyone is waiting, of course, for the New Year,
And I feel sorry for the old one.
After all, he will completely leave us!
I even felt sad.
And I'm already used to it,
I became friends with him over the course of a year.
I became friends with him because
That I learned to swim,
That I saw the sea for the first time
And that my sister was born.

I really felt sad
That the year is passing Old.

E. Grigorieva

Bullfinches

Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.