A Container Labeled Thank You Wendell Berry

There is a left over container full of
Thank You
Wendell Berry

for everything and the woods
which of course you wouldn't claim
to have invented, not exactly,

but Kentucky said you're my son
and wherever I see a fox running away 
at sunset

and a deer leaving the marsh
to cross the road
and both parenting geese

walking away from a secret nest
to keep me out 
I see your words

well, really I smell them
and when I hear a careless beer can
I pick up the phone

and go back up the hill
training my ears 
to love the frogs better

while reminding my feet
that words are only as green
as a late April tree days away from bloom.