The two riders had something of the same sensation, as though the leafless woods and the laurel thickets, the warm, moist air and the low clouds, were a protection and a soft shelter.

He turned to gaze at the cold and leafless woods.

Below the great hill of Knocknarea, brown stark woods, leafless and grim, glowered at me from behind a stone wall.

Emerging from the leafless woods, they sped across the salt marshes.

The just-risen sun streamed golden into the leafless wood, slanting between the dark trunks and touching fire into the dewdrops collected like strings of beads along the stems of the grass about his feet.

The leafless woods on the Apennine.

My sense of agitation had faded by now, soothed by the wind and the peace of the leafless wood.

Nearby were open fields, now lying fallow with the onset of winter, with leafless woods at a distance in every direction.

Dense thicket and leafless woods lay on the far side of the ravine, and in the misty distance were snow-covered, hard-edged mountains.

Thick leafless woods on either side of the road, as they toiled up yet another rise.