Impressions

Somewhat taken aback that
someone you've never before seen
much less spoken with has chosen
you to be the recipient of her
feverish expressions of love and
dedication to nature, you watch
nonplussed as her arms, like windmills
tilting the frigid winter atmosphere
to tame the energy they express
matching in her boundless
enthusiasm to portray herself
as one of the original woodland
nymphs that surely inhabit every
forest, peeking coquettishly behind
trees (no...wait...that's her dog...)
smiling and emoting and frantic to
leave the impression of a diehard
nature lover, you politely nod and
listen, since this is the least anyone
can do to relieve the chance
encounter of the air of melancholy
such people bring with them. In her
anxiety to portray of herself the very
picture of Earth Goddess the woman
betrays her state of insecurity, her
dire need to impress someone, anyone
and that anyone happens to be you.