Zen Haiku Poems – On Dawn

In field nor mountain, nothing stirs
On this snowy morning.

Chiyo – Ni

But for their cries,
The herons would be lost
Amidst the morning snow.

Chiyo – Ni

I break my fast
Amidst the morning glory.

Basho

In the spring rain
All things grow beautiful.

Chiyo Ni

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