Words Fail   Metaphors miss it, the way spring comes on — Vermont in April, after sugaring, winter’s wrack laid bare — the snows are gone   and then the mud gives way to the more more more of May — life! — the return of the sun and every shade of green, the quiet roar   of the forest. The insistence of spring is not art, not a song or a poem or a picture — it’s not like anything.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont June 2019