I saw a great blue heron fly tonight.
Who will you forsake and make cry tonight?

The dogwood flowers, and its petals drop.
Someone’s tears are salt. They ask: “Why tonight?”

The moon is bronze, a centurion’s shield.
Your brazen eyes say you will lie, tonight.

A solitary leaf remains on branch.
Your empty pillow made me sigh tonight.

The sea is calm but for a single wave.
Stephen stakes his claim: this is “my tonight.”


Stephen Thomas Roberts is an attorney residing with his wife in Dutchess County New York, commuting daily into Manhattan. His poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming, in several literary journals, including TRINACRIA, Third Wednesday, The Tishman Review, The Worcester Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Blue Unicorn. He recently attended the Ashbery Home School in Hudson, New York. Mr. Roberts has been a finalist in the William Wisdom-William Faulkner Writing Competition and the Edna St. Vincent Millay Poetry Prize.