Poems about September

verses about september for children

Poems about September are one of the most beautiful. Nature is especially beautiful this month. Golden and purple leaves, warm days of Indian summer create a special atmosphere.

In September
(L. Kim)

In September, there is a breeze
With leaves fallen beautifully,
Escorts to school for a lesson
Hair confuses us playfully.
In the fall of the autumn fall
Artificial leaves in yellow color.
Golden autumn hurries to us,
And do not ask, waiting for her or not.

(L. Zubanenko)

Birds playful September in the forest
Throws a mountain ash in thick dew,
Shakes heads of withered flowers,
Purple painted the tops of the bushes,
Strokes the garden with cold showers,
He doesn’t like a green outfit
And a fast flock rushes south,
Heat blowing away from blizzards and blizzards.
He sends us landscapes every moment.
And he sings a song about autumn life.

In September
(L. Kim)

In September, there is a breeze
With leaves fallen beautifully,
Escorts to school for a lesson
Hair confuses us playfully.

In the fall of the autumn fall
Artificial leaves in yellow color.
Golden autumn hurries to us,
And do not ask, waiting for her or not.

In September
(N. Yazev)

In September, in September
Many leaves on the ground
Yellow and red!
Everyone is so different!

"Golden September"

(Iris Review)

Golden September
Haze
Napping under the moon,
Our familiar garden,

Fly around the leaves
There is no brook,
And not visible in the field
Nosachi-rooks.

"September"

(Iris Review)
The summer whispered: “Running away
Flowers and paint will take,
I invite you to September,
You will have him in court. ”

September grants gold
He will reward with rich bread,
In the morning, in the forest, a strange one will call,
The gifts of the forest will surprise.

"Sad September"

(Iris Review)
Sad september
Continuous rain
There are no end to the clouds
Rowan berries and willow
They nod quietly at the porch.

"September"

(Iris Review)
September. No sun.
In short, became a day
Hung in the sky
Anxious shadow.

I can not hear robins,
Only wind
Sing mournful
A song in the morning.

"September. Yellow birch tops "

(Iris Review)
September. Yellow birch tops,
Aspen anxiously trembles
Flies on the web, knows no bounds
And still waters do not shine.

September has come
(N. Firefly)

September came with paints
Touched the leaves gently
And the tree is simple
Suddenly it became gold.

Brought September umbrellas
Rain poured on the grove
And they grew up on a hillock
Wolves and girls ...

I asked the children carefully
Walking through the puddles in the little shoes.
And with sadness a good friend
Sent the birds to the south

In September
(S. Tsokur)

September is still not sad:
Warm afternoon, all in colors.
Tomatoes and cabbage
Rip in the fields.

In the morning, of course, chilly,
But while there is no frost.
And another green cap
The forest wears on.

Avian hubbub does not stop,
But cool time
Reminds about itself
Tedious rain in the morning.

September tears saddens us
(O. Kukharenko)

Tears of rain saddens us September ...
Already under the silver grass was often hidden
In the puddles in the morning transparent rim,
The rowan under the window blushed like a child ...
Runs, the river hurries, trying to avoid
Agonizing sleep and long captivity ...
And maple birch whispers inspired,
How can he wait patiently ...

In September in the forest
(Z. Pisman)

The yellow leaf is spinning and winding,
The rain is dripping and pouring
Reddened rowan trees,
Hang the threads of the web.

The breeze flies, whirls
And birds sing quietly,
The sun's rays melt in the clouds,
The day runs faster.

The forest filled with mushrooms
Leaf, needles underfoot.
On the grass, dewdrops are melting,
Mushroom pickers are invited to the forest.

Looking for a squirrel nut,
Her fur was fluffed.
Hedgehog walks, not in a hurry,
And on the back of the mushroom lies.

Bunny jumping, dodging,
He collects cabbage.
The mole prepares bins,
He is not afraid of winter.

September
(A. Metzger)

September. The bell rang,
Baby in the first class walks.
And the yellow leaves tangle,
A breeze chases across the sky.

That's September
(T. Kersten)

The sun is hiding, the gloomy sky.
Here and September guards at the gate.
The grass has gone down, the bushes have become empty.
Bird "farewell" flies to us from a height.

The summer ended quickly ... What a pity!
Timid leaves on maple tremble ...
But do not be sad about the summer day:
Make an autumn bouquet of leaves.

September
(A. Metzger)

September. The bell rang,
Baby in the first class walks.
And the yellow leaves tangle,
A breeze chases across the sky.

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