There Is A Silence

There is a silence in the air, it greets my stare, it’s in the fog, it’s in the mist, it’s in the flowers, it’s in the hours, it’s here where I sit alone, on a mountain stone, it’s in every breath,  it’s in every tree, in everything I feel and see, there is a quiet in the color of a harebell, in colombine and lupine, and in the silence I find solace, until a  sound intrudes on the silent, rolling thunder, though it is distant