Pentadactyl 5-foot dactylic poem with a truncated fifth foot on the odd-numbered lines. With apologies to Pterodactyls. Dactyls are terrible lizards that fly at the mind pounding their emphasis boldly, Jurassical pelicans dipping through breakers, the roaring of others behind, beating Tithonian wings like the rotors of helicons Such a great leathery creature with talons will bind even the boldest of poets, who long for a particle, something more gentle to bring in a beautiful line… Dactyls deny any space for an opening article. Seasons of the Garden When Spring arrives, the flowers burst and all the trees can quench their thirst on rain that falls and drips off eaves and climbs up roots to fresh green leaves. Then summer roars and fruits grow plump and teenage birds prepare to jump; the air is warm and friendly now, and when it’s done the sun will bow, and dip a little further down to point us to the Autumn crown of red and orange leaves of trees all getting ready for a freeze for Winter is an icy quarter: skies are clear and so’s the water. Shrubs are huddled, trees asleep and bulbs are stirring, buried deep… Joe Spring lives and works in Johannesburg, South Africa. For more information please visit www.joespringwrites.com.