Yercaud!

Its time for a rhyme I think,

two days went by in a blink.

To Yercaud we went

No, not in a tent

But to a bungalow with flowers so pink.

Seeta was our hostess so gracious,

efficient, warm and vivacious.

We chattered and laughed

Bantered and argued

With appetites so voracious!!

Butterflies and birds was my quest,

But Ashoka was numerologically-obsessed.

Mom wanted to see a bison

And Prerana insisted on being human!

Padma aunty sat serenely

While Vaishali giggled incessantly.

Dally listened to all the prose

Venkatesh, was ever-ready with a pose.

Meenu was practical and tactical

in dealing with all the views so radical!

The jacarandas were in bloom

Lavender oil spread its perfume.

The hill bananas were such a treat

Teneri honey a trifle bittersweet.

A casual collection of all of this

Made for a composition I'm glad I did not miss.

See the magic of the sensei's hands

As she brought together disparate strands.

I speak not only of the flora artistically composed

But also us opposites, so cleverly juxtaposed.

So ended our year of Ikebana and flowers

And now we must wait for June-July showers

Before we resume

Our tryst with the blooms,

Which give us such joy for hours!