Misery

People it seems 
are miserable hunkering 
down in place
or moving about 
lost and unaware 
looking and looking 
for any shred
of what they 
once recognized as
hope finding none 
finding little just
scraps and crumbs 
of what’s left 
barely enough to 
light much less 
warm they huddle 
against the backdrop 
of despair cowering 
and wondering when
the winds of 
change will shift 
removing the clouds 
of this bleached 
bleakness and return
the blanketing warmth 
of summer’s sun