I worshiped you in summertime,
Your waters bathed with light
Sun-gaze full, verdant clothed your banks
And enchantment ruled the night
I reverenced you in autumn,
Your waters grew wise and deep
A whispered chill, leaves grew red and gold
And turning, you sighed toward sleep
I recalled you in wintertime,
Your waters full and dark
Cloud-full the skies, rains plentiful,
Your beauty austere and stark
I returned to you in springtime,
Your waters flush and full
Soul reborn in spring, life burgeoning,
Lady Willamette, makes us whole
(c)Michael R. Schultheiss–2020
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