Ice crystals pinned red and golden leaves to the rocks.

The last of the golden brown leaves fluttered down from the trees.

Some of the trees were already showing golden leaves.

Many of the trees still bore golden leaves and the rolling hills had yet to turn brown.

The golden leaves I called buttercups and the red ones roses.

Nor even on the carpet of golden leaves beyond.

In between there is a wide range of golden, green and white or almost blue leaves.

It is rumored that trees with golden leaves were in this city.

One thing only I knew not: a fair belt, as it were of linked golden leaves, about his waist.

He reached up, searching for fruit among the golden leaves.