Рис. Терентiя Травнiка

Winter months

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.


The windows are blue at night.
But in the morning they are white.
And snowflakes are falling
Come out they are calling.


Get out of bed and take your sled
This cold and frosty day.
The sun is bright, the snow is right
For outdoor winter day.

Snowman - СНЕГОВИК

I'm a little snowman, short and fat
Here is my broomstick, here is my hat.
When the jolly sunshine comes to stay
Then I slowly melt away!

Snowflakes - СНЕЖИНКИ

Snowflakes are nice,
Snowflakes are white
They fall by day,
They fall at night.

Snowball - СНЕЖОК
by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snow ball
Аs perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
Аnd let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
Аnd a pillow for it's head.
Then, last night it ran away.
But first -- it wet the bed.


See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

Winter – ЗИМА

Nothing is quite so quiet and clean
As snow that falls in the night,
And isn`t it jolly to jump from bed,
And find the whole world white?


Frosty is the morning;
But the sun is bright,
Flooding all the landscape
With its golden light.
Hark the sounds of laughter
And the voices shrill!
See the happy children
Coasting down the hill.


It’s snowing, It’s snowing
What a lot of snow!
Let us make some snowballs
We all like to throw.
It’s snowing, it’s snowing.
Let us sledge and ski!
When I’m dashing downhill
Clear the way for me!

Winter - ЗИМА

This is the season
When mornings are dark,
And birds do not sing
In the forests and park.
This is the season
When children ski
And Father Frost brings
The New Year Tree!


Winter time is full of light,
Winter time is big and bright,
Winter time is full of fun,
Winter time has lots of sun.

On the ice - НА ЛЬДУ

Slide, slide, the ice is strong.
Quickly, quickly slide along!
Slide along and don’t be slow,
In the cold your face will glow!


On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,

Filling all the air.


Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.


Winter, winter, everywhere
Shows its face, its eyes, its hair
Winter, winter, freezing cold
enjoyed by many, young and old.


The door was shut, as doors should be
Before you went to bed last night
And Father Frost has got in, you see
And left your window silver white.

Snowflakes - СНЕЖИНКИ

So softy came the snowflakes down
That no one heard in all the town.
And right-side up they landed too,
As parachuting elves would do.
So when the morning came – surprise!
The world lay white before your eyes.
With cotton roof and hills a-blur
And avenues of rabbit fur.

Snowflakes – СНЕЖИНКИ
by Linda A. Copp

Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.
Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.
Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

by Evaleen Stein

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle! Happy winter-time!
Baby's eyes a-twinkle, hear the sleigh-bells chime!

Each one rings a merry ting-a-ling-a-ling!
For a sleigh-bell fairy hides inside to sing.

See them quake and quiver, up and downward tossed,
Seems as if they shiver in the nipping frost!

Shiver into laughter, jolly little elves!
Till we laugh thereafter, merry as themselves!

Winter - ЗИМА
by Dorothy Aldis

The street cars are like frosted cakes --
All covered up with cold snowflakes.

The horses' hoofs scrunch on the street;
Their eyelashes are white with sleet.

And everywhere the people go --
With faces tickled by the snow.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.