Two laurels planted side by side,
their fates thus cast to coincide.
Before my time, I’m wont to guess;
their size so grand, both height and breadth. 

I know which limb I must address
to pull aside and gain ingress
a hollowed space ’neath entwined crowns
concealed by branches hanging down.

The dappled light, the shade-cooled breeze, 
the almond-scented leathery leaves;
In this dark space I can’t be seen
by passersby or go-betweens.

Here I can rest, soul at my side,
to learn the truths that here abide.
Two laurels planted side by side,
their fates now woven into mine. 

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Thirteen prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: write a poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. At some point in the poem, include language or phrasing that would be unusual in normal, spoken speech – like a rhyme, or syntax that feels old-fashioned or high-toned.