From Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood
There are no dark times.
There are only people with
sawdust in their eyes.
No wonder they look at
the great rolling land and see
only doors and windows.
No wonder they look at
the tall mountains and see
only a way to make them tame.
No wonder they look at
the endless sky and see
only a journey to the moon.
There are no dark times.
There are only moments which
are discolored like
sand which is wet with rain.
There are only moments which
give pain like
the sting of a bumblebee.
There are only moments which
are as cruel as
the death of an eagle by a gun.
There are no dark times.
I know this because
Tomorrow receives the best in time
Or else it would not come.