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Popular Spring Poems
Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
How clear the sky is!
His lazuria alive
He blinds me.
Spring, spring! How high
On the wings of the breeze
Caressing the sun
Clouds are flying!
Noises streams! The streams sparkle!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!
Even the trees are bare
But in the grove a decrepit leaf,
As before under my foot
And noisy, and fragrant.
Under the sun, soared
And in bright heights
The Invisible Lark sings
Hello spring anthem.
What is the matter with her? What is the matter with my soul?
With a creek she creek
And a bird with a bird!
With him babbling
Flies in the sky with her!
* * *
Still blowing cold winds
And cause morning frost
Just on the spring thaw
The early flowers appeared
Like from the wondrous kingdom of wax
From honey fragrant cell
The first bee flew out
Flew along the early flowers
Explore red spring,
Soon there will be a guest dear,
Soon the meadows will turn green
Soon, I have curly near birch
Sticky leafs bloom
The fragrant bird cherry blossoms.
* * *
Hello spring first grass!
How did it blossom? Are you glad for the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there
They work together in every corner.
Highlight a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone in a hurry young spine
Earlier than willow from tender buds
The first will show a green leaf.
* * *
Go away, Winter is gray!
Beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highlands!
Whether old to argue, puny,
With her the queen of flowers
With a whole army of air
Incense winds!
And what a noise, what a buzz,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping, and singing! ..
Go away soon!
She has no bow, no arrows
She smiled only - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
Crawled into the ravine, into the bushes! ..
Yes, and find the ravines!
There are bees swarms
And flies the victory flag
Variegated Butterfly Squad!
* * *
Blue, clean
Snowdrop flower!
And near the cross,
The last snowball ...
Last tears
About the past grief
And the first dreams
About other happiness.
* * *
Ding! Don!
Ding! Don!
What is that gentle ringing?
It's a snowdrop scrub
Smiles through a dream!
This is whose fluffy ray
So tickles from behind the clouds
Forcing kids
Smile to the ears?
This is whose warmth
Whose kindness
Makes you smile
Hare, chicken, cat?
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
By the city!
And y pidelya - a smile!
And in the aquarium a fish
Smiled out of water
To the smiling bird!
So it turns out
What does not fit
On one page
An immense smile, -
How nice!
This length
Here is such a width!
And for what reason?
Spring is coming
In the city!
Vesna Martovna Podsnezhnikova,
Vesna Aprelevna Skvoreshnikova
Spring Maevna Chereshnikova!
* * *
The days are fine
Similar to holidays
And in the sky - the sun is warm,
Fun and kind.
All the rivers flood
All the kidneys open
Winter has gone with a cold
Snowdrifts became puddles.
Leaving the southern countries,
Friendly birds returned.
On each branch of the nesting box
They sit and clean the feathers.
The spring time has come
The time has come for flowering.
And so the mood
All people have spring!
* * *
Green fields, groves babble,
In the sky, a lark of awe
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having called you what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring is coming?
* * *
Admire the spring is coming
Cranes fly in a caravan
In bright gold the day is drowning
And the streams in the ravines are noisy.
... Soon the guests will gather for you,
How many nests they will understand - look!
What sounds, songs will flow
Day-to-day from dawn to dawn!
* * *
My bells
Flowers are steppe!
What are you looking at me
Dark blue?
And what are you ringing
Happy May Day
Amid the mowed grass
Head shaking?
The horse carries me with an arrow
On the field open;
He tramples beneath you,
Beats with his hoof.
My bells
Flowers are steppe!
Do not curse me
Dark blue!
I would be glad not to trample you,
Glad to rush past
But do not hold back
Running indomitable!
I'm flying, flying an arrow
Just dust up;
The horse carries me dashing
And where to? I do not know!
* * *
The last snow in the field is melting
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue pitcher blooms
And the cranes are calling each other.
Young forest dressed in green smoke
Warm thunderstorms impatiently awaiting;
All spring is warmed by breath
Everything is around and loves and sings.
* * *
Already scented ate steel,
And it smells of tar in the air;
Already the meadows are green
And the moss curls over the rock.
Divide the blue bays
And boats go down the river;
Niva has already run over
And you hear the herd in the distance ...
And the air is full of silence
And how sweet they breathe!
So a heart with an unearthly life
Grace inhales the sky.
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Still standing around
The trees are bare
A drop from the roof
Dripping fun.
Winter somewhere
I ran away in a panic
And very bad
Twisted the taps.
* * *
Somewhere in the morning the blizzards ran away
Frosts disappeared somewhere far away.
Winter dropped the coat in a fright
And ran away with them lightly.
And at night comes back for her
Sighs, tries on in the darkness.
But something is shorter and more crowded
It becomes a coat at winter.
* * *
Frosty night frosts
Cold winds whistle.
Aspen, Oak and Birch
They sleep under chilly stars.
But there is a change in the air
They woke the pine tree:
Needles like antennas
Already caught the spring.
* * *
Thawed patches, thawed patches -
Freckles in the snow!
On them a small snowdrop
Hatch: cuckoo!
And in the grove, outside the outskirts,
Rooks will respond
Earth wash with water
And the streams will rustle!
Winter rests
And catches the silence
And the trail ends
Tripping over spring!
It all started with thawed spots,
And everyone is happy with the sun.
Boots instead of boots
Horseshoes knock!
* * *
The ice hill is crying
Under the spring rays:
- What? Melting, melting!
I want to stay with you!
Children, children, help
I would have to hide from the sun!
Don't you want in summer
Are you on a sled ride?
* * *
Gives spring songs
Giving out smiles
And to meet her from the bottom
Fish come up.
* * *
The snow is not the same now -
He darkened in the field
The ice cracked on the lakes
As if chopped.
The clouds run faster
The sky is higher
Sparrow chirped
More fun on the roof.
Blacker every day
Stitches and tracks
And on willows silver
The earrings glow.
Run away, streams!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold!
A sneaking bear
Through the forest felling,
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.
* * *
Cap-Cap!
Tears fall from the roof.
Cap-Cap!
White snowflakes are melting.
Cap-Cap!
The sun is jumping on the roof.
Cap-Cap!
And winter sits and cries.
Cap-Cap!
* * *
"Jin-jin-jin", -
Drops sing.
“La la la,”
the starling sings.
Jin-la-la!
In fact
Has come
Winter is over!
* * *
Spring is walking towards us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thaw
In the fields are visible.
Seen very warm
Feet in the spring.
* * *
When winter escaped from spring,
Such a mess started around
And so much trouble fell on the ground,
That morning, unable to stand it, the ice started to break.
* * *
I slept in the snow for a long time
Tired of silence.
I woke up and rushed
and met with Spring:
- Do you want your song
Will I sing to you, Spring? -
And Spring: - Cap-cap! Cap-Cap!
Brook, you are not cold?
- No, not a bit, not at all!
I just woke up!
Everything rings, murmurs in me!
I will sing! .. The snow will melt.
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Swallow rushed
Because of the blue of the sea,
She sat and sang:
“No matter how angry February is,
How do you, March, do not frown
If it’s snow, even rain
Everything smells like spring! ”
* * *
Heat in the sun. Spring
Takes his rights.
The depths are clear in places in the river,
Grass is visible at the bottom.
* * *
Buds bloomed on a willow
Birch weak leaves
Revealed - snow is no longer the enemy.
Grass sprouted on every bump
The ravine is emerald.
* * *
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear the sky is!
His lazuria alive
He blinds me.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze
Caressing the sun
Clouds are flying!
Noises streams! the streams shine!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!
Even the trees are bare
But in the grove a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy, and fragrant.
Under the sun, soared
And in bright heights
The Invisible Lark sings
Hello spring anthem.
* * *
Winter is not without reason angry
Her time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything fussed
Everything knocks the winter out -
And the larks in the sky
Already raised the peal.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles in the spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And the forest is only noisy ...
Enraged witch enraged
And capturing the snow
Let me run away
In a beautiful child ...
Spring and grief are few:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush
Contrary to the enemy.
* * *
I'm waiting for the snow to melt
And flies fly everywhere
And announce the overgrown breg
Frogging frogs croaking,
When the lilac blossoms
Fragrant lily of the valley
And freshen up a hot day
Thunderstorm unexpected, gracious.
I'm waiting for the flute in the fields
Suddenly she will sing undemandingly
And her moody crust
Will answer shaking fearfully.
I'm waiting and the snow is falling harder
Severe frosts are cracking ...
Oh summer, where are you? Where are the dragonflies?
Where is the nightingale nightingale?
* * *
Hurry spring, hurry
I'm sorry for the bunny from the heart:
There are no oven ovens in the forest,
They don’t bake bread rolls,
No huts - lock the door
Nowhere to even warm your ears ...
Hurry spring, hurry
I sparrow a pity from the heart:
The sparrow has no grandmother,
Who will tie the socks and the vest?
Fingers chilled in blue snow.
I can’t help the sparrow ...
Hurry spring, hurry
Okunushka is a pity from the heart:
He walks and wanders in cold water
What to eat, he finds nowhere
It can be seen crying in the dark and silence.
Hurry, spring, hurry!
* * *
Whatever the day
By the minute
The day is longer
Shorter night.
Slowly
Feeling easy
Drive the winter away
Away.
* * *
Slowly the snow came down
Blackened
And got me
To everyone in the world
Good:
In the grove - bird flocks,
On the trees -
Petals
Sticky
And smelling
In blue
Heaven -
To the clouds
Easy
And volatile.
The best
In the world to me:
On the damp path
I'm runing
Facing the spring
Wet
Boots.
* * *
The stream runs, the stream sings
That the sun has risen
And from the heat of its rays
The earth fluttered.
In forest thawings in the morning
Snowdrops woke up
And from distant hot countries
The Rooks are back.
The little brook is singing
And the sun shines brightly ...
Favorite corner
Miles of all countries in the world.
* * *
Finally, spring has come.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off white pajamas
Awakened from a dream.
* * *
Whispering the sun leaf:
- Do not be timid, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For the green forelock.
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Over the river, the meadows are green
It blows with a light freshness of water;
More fun on the groves rang
Songs of birds in different ways.
The breeze from the fields brings warmth,
The bitter spirit of Lozina is young ...
Oh spring! As the heart of happiness asks!
How sweet is my sadness in spring!
Mildly the sun warms the leaves
And the paths are soft in the garden ...
I don’t understand what reveals the soul
And where am I slowly wandering around!
I don’t understand who I love with longing,
Who is dear to me ... And is it all the same?
I wait for happiness, tormented and longing,
But I do not believe in happiness for a long time!
It’s bitter to me that I spend fruitlessly
The purity and tenderness of the best days,
That alone I rejoice and cry
And I don’t know, I don’t like people.
* * *
Everything is dry.And the kidneys are already there.
Lilies of the valley, cereals will bloom soon.
Here the clouds are floating, like lamb.
Louder, louder spring news.
I am alarmed by the annoying squeak:
Stumbling, grouchy Thekla,
hanging over the street at risk
wipes the window panes.
Then they clean off the lime with a knife ...
There are glasses of poison ... There is cotton wool ...
Chest April delight embraced.
The wind spins dust outside the window.
The windows wide open - and screaming, talking,
and the flower sways the stalk,
and go out to the yard polishers
barefoot to knock out furniture.
A cat crawled out and sits by the trough,
washed with a velvet foot.
Here is a boy in a cotton shirt,
Having run, I threw a grandmother at him.
In the sky the light of the evening lights.
Feelings again, as before, fiery.
Heaven is all blue and blue
Cloudy, like lambs, wavy.
In the blue distance, my gaze wanders.
All earthly aspirations are so miserable ...
The little man in the skirts on the yard
importing heavy beams with thunder.
* * *
Winter is not without reason angry
Her time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything fussed
Winter is all boring -
And the larks in the sky
Already raised the peal.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles in the spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And the forest is only noisy ...
Enraged witch enraged
And capturing the snow
Let me run away
In a beautiful child.
Spring and grief are few:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush,
Contrary to the enemy.
* * *
Snow is melting, streams are running
The window blew in the spring ...
Nightingales will soon be captured
And the forest will be clothed with foliage!
Pure sky blue
The sun has become warmer and brighter
It's time for the blizzards of evil and storms
Again, for a long time passed ...
* * *
The grass is green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
In the canopy flies to us.
With her, the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chatter off the road
Hello to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song
Which of the distant countries
Brought with her ...
* * *
April! April!
Drops ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
On the roads are puddles.
Ants Coming Soon
After the winter cold.
A sneaking bear
Through the thick deadwood.
Steel birds songs to sing
And the snowdrop blossomed.
* * *
Snow still whitens in the fields
And the waters are already noisy in the spring -
A sleepy breg run and wake
They run, and shine, and say ...
They read all over:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are young spring messengers
She sent us forward!
Spring is coming, spring is coming
And the quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright dance
Crowding fun after her! ..
* * *
Swallow flew away
For distant lands ...
Come back, Swallow!
In the yard is April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not just one:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring will arrive!
* * *
Fragrant bird cherry
With spring blossomed
And the branches are golden
What curls, curled.
All around dew
Slides down the bark
Under it, spicy greens
Shines in silver.
And next to the thaw,
In the grass, between the roots,
Running, flowing small
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Having hung up, it’s worth
And the greens are golden
It burns in the sun.
Creeping wave
All branches
And insinuatingly under the steeper
She sings songs.
* * *
Spring! the first frame is exposed -
And the noise burst into the room,
And the gospel of a nearby temple,
And the talk of the people, and the sound of the wheel.
Life and will breathed into my soul:
There - the blue distance is visible ...
And I want in the field, in a wide field,
Where, marching, spring strews with flowers!
* * *
It was sunny in the morning
And quite warm.
Wide lake
the courtyard flowed.
It froze at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake dragged on
A crust of glass.
I split thin
Voiced glass
Wide lake
Flowed again.
Passers-by say:
- Here comes spring! -
And this is me working
I break the ice.
Willow is all fluffy
Spread around;
Again fragrant spring
Spread the wing.
Clouds are rushing around
Warmly illuminated
And they ask again for the soul
Captivating dreams.
Everywhere diverse
The picture is busy looking
Noisy crowd idle
The people are happy about something ...
Some secret thirst
The dream is red-hot -
And over every soul
Spring is rushing through.
* * *
This morning, this joy
This power of day and light
This blue vault,
This scream and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of water
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village
This night is awake
This haze and the heat of bed
This fraction and these trills,
This is all spring.
The verse in which the phrase “now spring the beauty calls from all over” appears, shows how quickly and dynamically everything happens.
Pushkin, Lermontov, Fet and many others who have a verse in the collections of spring in the lines convey to us all the mood and emotions of this beautiful season. Which show in their lines the upper class and the depth of nature.
And at the end, let’s say spring verses are more than just words gathered in lines.
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