A miserable network of bare branches was seen above two hundred feet high in the air.

Trees in the park showed bare branches against a bright blue sky.

She moved round the tree, peering up into the bare branches.

There was nothing but the whisper of the wind in bare branches.

The bare branches against the sky were a writing and, though he did not want to, lie could read it.

I looked at the sun, the snow, and the bare branches of the trees.

And she started climbing back down along the bare branches.

The grey of morning was dim among the bare branches.

Only the bare branches of the trees betrayed the season.

She pulled one of its bare branches down, to see how much it had grown during the summer.