E. Trutneva

In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle underfoot
And they fly... they fly... they fly...
Cobwebs fly by
With spiders in the middle,
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything is flying! This must be
Our summer is flying away.

AUTUMN
L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...

SEPTEMBER
I. Tokmakova

Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.

LEAF FALL
Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into a puddle.

AUTUMN
Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Alexey Pleshcheev

Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..

AUTUMN TREASURE
I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

THE RAIN IS FLYING
Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

AUTUMN
M. Geller

Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! -
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

N. Krasilnikov

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.

AUTUMN SONG
Alexey Pleshcheev

Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad.

The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

MISTAKES
L. Razvodova

Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

AUTUMN
Ivan Demyanov

On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!
Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!

IN AUTUMN
A. Efimtsev

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. It's autumn again!”
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
“It will soon sweep
And it will start snowing soon!”

HARVEST FEAST
Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.

And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.

The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.

Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.

The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

INDIAN SUMMER
D.B. Kedrin

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.
Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

OCTOBER

It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.

Lyudmila Kuznetsova

The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?
Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?

AUTUMN
G.M. Novitskaya

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.

AUTUMN
I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads -
Rowan,
Pink apron -
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella -
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

AUTUMN
L. Tatyanicheva

Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...

NOVEMBER
A. Berlova

Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

AUTUMN
Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

OCTOBER
V.D. Berestov

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

V. Nirovich

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.

AUTUMN
I.P. Tokmakova

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

AUTUMN
M. Khodyakova

If in the trees
the leaves have turned yellow,
If the land is far away
the birds have flown away
If the sky is gloomy,
if it rains,
It's that time of year
It's called autumn.

A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived -
the grove is already shaking off
Latest sheets
from its naked branches;
The autumn chill has breathed in -
the road is frozen.

The murmur is still running
behind the mill there is a stream,
But the pond was already frozen;
my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And they suffer in winter
from mad fun,
And wakes up the dogs barking
sleeping oak groves.

BEFORE THE RAIN
Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.

Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

A.S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.

Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Spring, patched autumn
Spring, patched autumn
See joy on earth,
Hmarka is in the blue sky,
The cranes are flying.
Weave srebnay pavutsinne
Ў Sonya's braids are shining.
What a great price!
What a mess this is!
I'm going through the forest to express,
Like on soft days.
Spring with a branchy smile
It came out to me on spatcanna.
Yarka, good girl
There are trees and bushes here
I mumbled to the earth
Ў color of zhouta-zalaty.
Sergey Novik-Pyaun

Asenni malyunak
Like ocher, autumn is still here,
The land is getting ready for winter.
Milgne in the sky say goodbye to raptam,
And the evening is golden in the dark.

The fog of late fall
Covered fell, covered meadows,
Charneyuts la darog prasady
Hell is cold and hell is tight.
Mikola Sabaleevski

Rain

R. Seph Rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sows rain through a sieve
The smoke is gray.
Rain is an artist:
He's drawing
Puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
So the gray snow began to fall,
Lay down thickly.
How good is it?
And sad.

Leaf walker

V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.

Mischief makers

L. Razvodova
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

Autumn

I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.

Autumn

M. Geller
Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Autumn

M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Autumn

E. Intulov
A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!

Autumn

V. Schwartz
The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

Autumn

T. Belozerov
Autumn,
autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
to the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.

Autumn

I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

Autumn

I. Maznin
Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.
The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.

in autumn

A. Efimtsev
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. Autumn again!"
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
"It'll snow soon
And it will start snowing soon!”

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
N. Krasilnikov

Packed up and flew

E. Golovin
Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.

The swans were flying away

V. Prikhodko
The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.

Harvest Festival

Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.
Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

October

Berestov V.D.

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!

Alexander Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Autumn

Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.

Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..

The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

Colorful autumn

S.Marshak

Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.

This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road.

Available in the initial autumn...

Fedor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

Before the rain

Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

Autumn

Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

Leaf fall

Ivan Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

in autumn

Afanasy Fet

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Golden autumn

Boris Pasternak

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.

Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

Autumn

Ivan Demyanov

On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!

In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!

Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!

The rain is flying

Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

Autumn

Novitskaya G.M.

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned. I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.

Autumn

Tokmakova I.P.

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

Autumn in the forest

From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)

Autumn in the forest every year
Pays gold for entry.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"I'm freezing..." -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
"What a dress!
What a beauty!"
The leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch tree whispers:
"I'm chilling!..."
Lost weight at the oak tree too
Gilded fur coat.
The oak realized itself, but it’s too late
And he makes noise:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived by gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.

Leaf fall

Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into a puddle.

Autumn treasure

I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

Autumn leaves

I. Tokmakova

The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.

Autumn

L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...

A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

Lyudmila Kuznetsova
The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.

He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?

Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?

A. S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Glorious Autumn

ON THE. Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

The swallows have disappeared...

A.A. Fet

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
You look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

"Indian summer"

D.B. Kedrin

Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.

Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.

Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.

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Autumn gives miracles

Holiday scenario for children 5-7 years old

Characters

Presenter

Children:

Lesovichok

Vegetables

Fruits

Mushrooms

Planned results for the development of integrative qualities:shows interest in art; can sing songs of various types in a natural voice; convey the features of music in movements; able to reason and give adequate causal explanations for changes in nature; actively and kindly interacts with the teacher and peers during the game.

Program content:consolidate ideas about characteristic features initial autumn;develop aesthetic feelings, emotions, aesthetic perception; develop imagination, activity, and the ability to improvise; cultivate initiative, independence in choosing actions to create artistic image in different types of musical activities.

Equipment: audio recordings, autumn leaves, plumes, colorful gloves, ribbons, scarves, children's musical instruments, caps of mushrooms, fruits and vegetables, umbrellas, dummies of vegetables and fruits, a basket.

Progress of the holiday.

Presenter. The fun, warm summer is over. No wonder people say that summer wears boots- fast walkers After the wonderful, mischievous summer, autumn came. Did you know that there are three autumns? The first occurs in September and is called first autumn. What has changed in nature with the arrival of September?

Children talk about the signs of autumn:

One of the first signs of autumn is yellow strands in the leaves.

The air is cool, the weather is often cloudy and rainy.

The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer.

It's time for leaf fall.

Insects are disappearing.

Migratory birds fly south.

Animals are preparing for winter: they make supplies, insulate their holes, change their fur coats.

Presenter. Autumn is a fairy tale, because it gives us miracles!

Children.

Autumn gives miracles

And what kind!

The forests are depleted

Gold hats.

A crowd sits on a tree stump

Red honey mushrooms.

And the spider is such a trickster! –

The network is pulling somewhere.

Rain and withered grass

In the sleepy most of the night

Incomprehensible words

They mumble until the morning.

Children sing the song “Oh, what autumn!”, music and lyrics by Z. Root.

Presenter. Quiet - quiet! Do you hear? Where- then a rustling sound was heard... Yes, it was Autumn in her golden outfit. Do you want to go visit her? Let's hold hands and take careful steps on our way. And we will be accompanied by the music of the Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Presenter . Here we are visiting the Queen of Autumn. I invite you to the sounds of a magical melody to become autumn leaves, trees, wind, raindrops, flying birds, animals, and perform the Autumn dance.

The musical director offers the children leaves, plumes, colorful gloves, ribbons and scarves in yellow and orange. F. Chopin's "Autumn Waltz" is playing. Children improvise movements, the music director comments on the children’s movements.

Presenter . We did a wonderful Autumn dance!Look around - what beauty! The birches turned golden, the rowan trees glowed red-hot, the maples glowed. The carnival of foliage, or leaf fall, is coming.(Picks up a few leaves.)Guys, autumn wrote proverbs on pieces of paper, only the rain blurred some of the words. Can you help me read?(Reads, children finish finishing).

In September, summer ends... autumn begins.

From autumn to summer... there is no turn.

Summer - with sheaves, autumn - ... with pies.

In September, one berry, and that one... bitter rowan.

Spring and autumn – there are eight weather conditions per day.

The gloomy September is cold, ... but generously feeds.

Well done! And this leaf invites us to play.

The game “Find the Leaf” is played, music and words by E. Shalamonova.

Presenter . Have fun playing! Guys, do you hear, the frogs are singing on the lake! One is louder than the other.

Frogs jump out and jump, each on its own stump. The frog dance is performed under the r.n.m. “From Under the Oak” (movements chosen by the musical director).

Presenter . Well, frogs - stomping dancers! Miracles, and that’s all! Hear, someone else’s song can be heard. It was the squirrel who sang his farewell song.

Children perform the song “Skvorushka Says Goodbye”, music by T. Popatenko, lyrics by M. Evensen.

Presenter . Now listen, what sounds do you hear in the fabulous autumn forest?(Children's answers). Do you want to convey all the beauty of the sounds of the autumn forest yourself? Musical instruments will help us with this. There are so many of them and they are all different. You will have to work hard to choose instruments that match the autumn melody.(Children improvise).You can also hear fairy tales wandering through the forest, one better than the other. And now we will tell you one of them.

Children dramatize the fairy tale “The Apple” by V. Suteev.

Presenter . Let's take a walk around autumn forest Let's collect mushrooms for the winter. The one who gets up early will pick mushrooms, but the sleepy and lazy ones go after the nettles.

Lesovichok sits on the stump, he is sleeping.

Lesovichok (wakes up). What are you doing, friends?- friends, are you walking past me, or don’t you know the rules of the forest? There is no need to rustle the leaves and disturb my sweet sleep!

Presenter . Our respect, old man- Forester (bows). Forgive us for disturbing your sleep. We need to collect mushrooms and make supplies for the winter.

Lesovichok. Yeah! If you don't drown, you won't burst! This is a necessary, good thing. But in the forest you need to know the treasured places, a mushroom won’t just jump into your basket. I give you a condition. If you guess my riddles, I’ll give you my pipe- little honk. As soon as it starts playing, the mushrooms will go into the basket themselves. If you can’t guess, look for it yourself!

Presenter. We agree.

Lesovichok . Well, then get your ears ready.

Gold coins fall from a branch.(Autumn leaves)

Following the summer will come to us -

The leaves will be torn off the branches.(Autumn)

Just like a fist,

Ruddy side.

You touch it – it’s smooth,

Take a bite - it's sweet.(Apples)

I'll take her by the hand

I'll bring a bunch of mushrooms in it.(Basket)

Lesovichok . Oh, well done, savvy guys! Well! Here's a pipe for you- Goodbye, pick your mushrooms. Just don’t lose her, and I’ll go put things in order in the forest, and then I’ll finish my dream.(Leaves).

Presenter . Thank you grandpa- Forester. (Plays the pipe. Mushrooms come out.)Wow! Collect, collect, just don’t break your hats.

The game “Song of Mushrooms” is played, music and lyrics by L. Olifirova.

Children perform the “Dance with Umbrellas” (movements chosen by the music director).

Presenter . Well, the sun has come out. Guys, let's take some baskets and look into the garden. Miracles! What a rich harvest!

Children stage the song “Gather the Harvest,” music by A. Filippenko, lyrics by T. Volgina.

Fruits run out.

Fruits.

You didn't mention fruit!

How can we live without us? Hardly!

Vitamins, juice, compotes,

Lots of work for the winter.

Cherry, plum for jam,

Pears, apples in syrup.

There will be a lot of vitamins!

Eat, eat all year long!

Place fruits in a basket with vegetables.

Presenter . Well done! Just why did you put everything in one basket? Let's sort out the vegetables and fruits.

The game “Take the basket apart” is played.

Presenter . We worked well, played and had fun. Did you enjoy visiting the Queen of Autumn? Why do we love the first, golden autumn?(Children's answers). And now it's time to go back. Let's hold hands and go to kindergarten.

The audio recording includes “Autumn Song” by P. Tchaikovsky from the “Seasons” cycle.

Presenter . Look, autumn has left us its little chest. Miracles!

Along the gilded road

Autumn is coming generously.

Garnished with maple leaves

She is carrying a chest.

Chest with her dowry

Full of solar gifts:

There are a lot of red lingonberries here,

Ripe apples and mushrooms.

Sun on summer mornings

The field, forest and garden were warm,

And the rains gave them water,

And it grew everything!

Along the gilded road

Autumn is coming to visit us,

For boys and girls

She bears a generous gift.

V. Palchinskaite

The presenter distributes treats from the chest.

Presenter . Our meeting ends, and autumn miracles continue!

Every year, the warm summer is replaced by a slightly sad, but no less bright time - autumn. It’s not for nothing that they call it golden, because before you know it, you find yourself in a real fairy tale. Autumn inspired many poets and they dedicated their poems to it.

We present to you a selection of poems about autumn that are easy to write and will not be difficult for your child to learn any of them. You can also choose the one that is most suitable for your child based on age and size. By studying the poems of these poets, your child will not only develop his memory, but will also develop a wonderful taste for poetry.

You will find poems about autumn for schoolchildren.

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E. Trutneva

AUTUMN
L. Tatyanicheva

Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...

SEPTEMBER
I. Tokmakova

Summer is ending
Summer is ending!
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.

AUTUMN TREASURE
I. Pivovarova

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

LEAF FALL
Yu. Korinets

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! -
and dive into a puddle.

AUTUMN
Konstantin Balmont

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.

The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

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Alexey Pleshcheev

AUTUMN SONG
Alexey Pleshcheev

Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and sad.

The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

MISTAKES
L. Razvodova

AUTUMN
Ivan Demyanov

INDIAN SUMMER
D.B. Kedrin

OCTOBER

It's been raining since morning,
It's pouring like a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas open.

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Lyudmila Kuznetsova

NOVEMBER
A. Berlova

Hands get cold in November:
Cold, wind outside,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

AUTUMN
Alexey Pleshcheev

Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.

OCTOBER
V.D. Berestov

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

THE RAIN IS FLYING
Ivan Demyanov

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

AUTUMN
M. Geller

Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

***
N. Krasilnikov

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.

IN AUTUMN
A. Efimtsev

HARVEST FEAST
Tatyana Bokova

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.

And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.

The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.

Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.

The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

AUTUMN
G.M. Novitskaya

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.

AUTUMN
I. Vinokurov

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

AUTUMN
L. Tatyanicheva

Slow down, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is

And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of the aspens...

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V. Nirovich

AUTUMN
I.P. Tokmakova

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

AUTUMN
M. Khodyakova

If in the trees
the leaves have turned yellow,
If the land is far away
the birds have flown away
If the sky is gloomy,
if it rains,
It's that time of year
It's called autumn.

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A.S. Pushkin

October has already arrived -
the grove is already shaking off
Latest sheets
from its naked branches;
The autumn chill has breathed in -
the road is frozen.

BEFORE THE RAIN
Nikolay Nekrasov

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.

To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.

Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

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A.S. Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.

Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

GOLD AUTUMN
Boris Pasternak