There it was, peering right at me from deep within the black boughs: a great horned owl.

The Evening Star, like an immense drop of water, rolled behind the cedar's black boughs.

Beside the tower, perhaps ten or fifteen feet away, rose one of those great, spiring fir trees with thick black boughs that had given the forest its name.

The airstream that carried me flowed high between the black boughs and the stars.

Modernism, as Pound knew, is brevity packed with emotion: "petals on a wet black bough."

She found only darkness and rows of black tree trunks reaching upward to black boughs, where not the slightest speck of light penetrated.

But as I watched, the forest thickened, grew darker, and soon the sun was hid- den behind thick, black boughs heavy with foliage.

Green buds on a wet black bough, life coming back to the forest.

Petals on a wet, black bough.