He explained this to her in a sere reach of the garden.

Twenty years, and they the years of the sere, the yellow leaf.

The horizon was merely a blue haze-andthe endless land was sere.

The dead grass and the dead leaves made a sere, yellow world.

Now its trunk was snapped, its boughs crushed, its foliage turning sere.

The fields showed sere and grayly lifeless in the patches between sodden snow-swathes.

The sere stubble fields brooded in glamour, and the sky was pearly blue.

There were sere and brown leaves still fluttering on the scrub-oaks.

Here is flesh cooked sere as the shell of a tortoise.

Then sends down a sere Verdasco can only just get a racket on.

She considered through blinding tears a little patch of sere grass.

The wardrobe is of tweed, linen and calico and tends to the sere.

The land below wasn't just sere; it was also rough.

Many leaves were yet left on the boughs; but they were sere and withered.

Its sere grasses, protruding out of the snow, hissed and bent in the wind.

He took to proverbs; sure sign of the sere leaf in a man's mind.