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Стихи про осень на английском языке Autumn

Autumn Bird Song
Over the housetops,
Over the trees,
Winging their way
In a stiff fall breeze.

A flock of birds
Is flying along
Southward, for winter,
Singing a song.

Singing a song
They all like to sing,
'We'll see you again
When it's spring, spring, spring.'

Down! Down!

Down, down!
Yellow and brown.
The leaves are falling
Over the town.


* * *
September is a time
Of beginning for all,
Beginning of school
Beginning of fall.

* * *
The sunflower children
Nod to the sun.
Summer is over,
Fall has begun!

A Little Elf
A little elf
Sat in a tree
Painting leaves
To throw at me.

Leaves of yellow
And leaves of red
Came tumbling down
About my head.

* * *
The leaves are falling
One by one.
Summer's over
School's begun.

* * *
Come, little leaves,
Said the wind one day,
Come over the meadows
With me and play:
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold —
For summer is gone
And the days grow cold.

* * *
Leaves in the autumn
Came tumbling down,
Scarlet and yellow,
Russet and brown,
Leaves in the garden
Were swept in a heap,
Trees were undressing
Ready for sleep.

I Love Fall
I love fall! Fall is exciting.
It's apples and cider.
It's an airborne spider.
It's pumpkins in bins.
It's burrs on dog's chins.
It's wind blowing leaves.
It's chilly red knees.
It's nuts on the ground.
It's a crisp dry sound.
It's green leaves turning
And the smell of them burning.
It's clouds in the sky.
It's fall. That's why...
I love fall.


A road like brown ribbon,
A sky that is blue,
A forest of green
With that sky peeping through.
Asters, deep purple,
A grasshopper's call,
Today it is summer,
Tomorrow is fall.

September means its time again
For going off to school.
The days are getting shorter
And the nights are getting cool.

* * *
Off to school
We go together
In September's
Sunny weather.

The Leaves Are Falling Down
The leaves are falling down,
The leaves are falling down,
School is here and fall in near,
The leaves are falling down.

The leaves are falling down,
The leaves are falling down,
Some are red and some are brown,
The leaves are falling down.

The leaves are falling down,
The leaves are falling down,
They tickle your nose and touch your toes,
The leaves are falling down.
June Haggard

* * *
Cornflake leaves
Upon the trees —
Are they a breakfast
For the breeze?

* * *
Red leaves and yellow leaves,
Orange leaves and brown.
Leaves are dancing everywhere
Happily dancing down.

October's the month
When the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower
Of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins,
Leaves sailing down —
October is red
And golden and brown.

* * *
October leaves are lovely,
They rustle when I run.
Sometimes I make a heap
And jump in them for fun.

* * *
Autumn leaves float quietly down
And form a carpet on the ground.
But when those leaves are stepped upon,
Listen for the crackling sound.

* * *
When autumn wind goes running,
It does some magic things.
It gives the shadows dancing shoes,
It gives the bright leaves wings.

In November
Dark comes soon.
We turn on the lights
In the afternoon.

No sunshine, lots of rain,
No warm days, snow again
No bugs or bees,
No leaves on trees.
You must remember
This is NOvember!

Now, the autumn days are gone,
Frost is sparkling on the lawn.
Windows, winking cheerful lights,
Warm the cold November nights.


No shade, no shine,
No butterflies, no bees,
No fruit, no flowers,
No leaves, no birds, November.

Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
Robert Frost

The Leaves of the Trees

The leaves of the trees turn orange and red,
Orange and red, orange and red,
The leaves of the trees turn orange and red
All through the town.

The leaves of the trees come tumbling down,
Tumbling down, tumbling down,
The leaves of the trees come tumbling down
All through the town.

The leaves on the ground go swish, swish, swish,
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish,
The leaves on the ground go swish, swish, swish
All through the town.
Irmgard Guertges

* * *
Pumpkins in the cornfields,
Gold among the brown.
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down.
Birds that travel southward,
Lovely time to play.
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!


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