Poems about summer

Leonid Martynov

Summer


Here


And summer is on the doorstep:


Fly bee-Impatiens,


Stately Karaula


Attractive hives,


To all sorts of alarm


Drowned in measuring Goulet,


As nabati drown in bells,


And in June,


And in July,


And in particular


In August.





Boris Zakhoder


All winter...


Where is the summer?


Animals, birds!


Waiting for a reply!




- Summer, -


Martin thinks -


Very soon it arrives.


Summer needs to hurry up


And it flies like a bird!




- Arrives? -


Snorted Mole. -


Under the ground it's crawling!


Say,


Soon the summer?


Don't hope I'm on it!




Muttered Toptygin:


- Summer


Sleeps in its den


Somewhere...




The horse nickered:


"Where is the carriage?


I am now


Take the summer!




-Summer, -


Hares I said,"


Sit in the train station,


Because maybe the summer


Ride hare


Without a ticket!





Apollon Maikov

Summer rain


"Gold, gold falls from the sky! " -


The children scream and run for the rain...


- Fullness, children, we serem,


Only serem Golden grain


In full barns sweet bread!




Sergey Gorodetsky



Summer


I lie on the meadow.


In heaven no GPU.


In the distance clouds,


As dumb river.


And in the grass on earth,


The flower on the stem -


Everywhere singing and whistling,


And live each list:


Here and fly and beetle,


And green spider.


Flew the bee


And in flower wiggled.


Here grasshopper mustache


Cleans for beauty


And groans ant


For his work.


The furry bumblebee buzzing


And angrily stares


Where the flower juicier,


Where médoc tastier.


And the mosquito-eater,


If your friend or neighbor,


If guests are coming,


Flew my sleeve.


Will sting and sing.


What! You have to endure:


I kill in the meadow


Nobody can.




Vladimir Orlov



Summer


What I'll get from you, summer?


Lots of sunlight!


A rainbow in the sky-arc!


And daisies in the meadow!


- What else will give me?


Key ringing in the silence,


Pines, maples and oaks


Strawberries and mushrooms!


Will give you a cuckoo,


So, coming to the edge,


You have to shout shouted to her:


"Tell your fortune to me quickly! " And it was in response to


've been told for many years!





Agnia Barto

Mosquitoes


All exhaust from the heat.


In the garden now cool,


But so bite mosquitoes,


Though run from the garden!




Marina, younger sister,


Fighting with mosquitoes.


Stubborn temper the mosquito,


But she's more stubborn!




It will tow their hand


They whirl again.


She shouts: - Disgrace,


Attacked breast!




And sees the mother from the window,


As a brave Marina


In the garden one fights


With mosquito squad.




Again sit two Komar


The baby on her finger!


Marina, brave sister,


Clap on the blanket!





Samuel Marshak

All the year round. June


Come June.


"June! June! " -


In the garden the birds chirp.


On the dandelion just Dun -


And all of it will break.





Samuel Marshak

All the year round. July


The hay is in July,


Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.


and ready to leave the hive


Young swarm of bees.





Samuel Marshak

All the year round. August


Collected in August


Fruit yield.


Many people joy


After all that.




The sun on the spacious


The NIV is.


And sunflower seeds


Black


Chock-full.





Sasha Black

Summer


For the village in full will


The winds of the plane.


There is a potato field


All Lisovenko blossoms.


And for the field, where mountain ash


Forever with the wind out of tune,


Through the oak run trail


Down to the icy pond.


Through the bushes flashed boat


Ripples and acute sun Shine.


On a raft rumbles clearly


The fraction Val'kov under the echoing splash.


Pond blue round Cup.


Willow tends to water...


On the raft are shirts


And the boys all in the pond.


The sun flashed back to the bar.


Shadows hover like smoke


Hey, let's undress for birch,


Hands will pull for them!





Fyodor Tyutchev

Summer evening


So the sun glowing Orb


From his head and the earth was katila,


And the peace of the evening fire


The waves of the sea swallowed.




It stars light ascended


And oppresses us


Sky lifted


Their wet heads.




River air plumper


Flows between heaven and earth,


Chest breathing easier and Volney,


Exempt from the heat.




And the sweet thrill, like a stream,


In his veins ran the nature,


Matter how hot her feet


Touched water.

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