A-Z Writing challenge ‘Y’ Yen

Even though spring is here,
Yen, tumultuously plays
With my solar plexus.
Floating through fields
Of delicate anemones and
Minute, cobalt blue, speedwell,
I am Yenning to brush past
Confident heads of wild Campions
And daisies,
Resting in the meadow,
Conversing with bees,
Picnicking in a waist
High, impressionist painter’s
Feeling content.