Sweet Dreams

by Kevin Heaton

Bass bullfrog croakers,
join green tree frog
tenors, in pine bough
choir lofts, over swamp
wrinkled cyprus feet.

I lay me down on mossy
pillows, in peaceful: forgotten,
backwater places, and dream
of Tupelo Honey.

Kevin Heaton lives and writes in South Carolina. His latest chapbook, “Measured Days,” was recently released from Heavy Hands Ink Press, and his work has appeared in Foliate Oak, Elimae, Hanging Moss Journal, Pirene’s Fountain and many others. He is listed as a notable poet at KansasPoets.com. To read more of his work, click here.