The words were dead leaves caught in a strong wind.
They also are numerous in number like the dead leaves.
I stared out the window, watching the dead leaves fall.
If those brown, dead leaves had refused to let go, there wouldn't be any room for the new green ones.
On her bed of dead leaves, Sally was sitting up.
If you did manage to open one, it would turn out to be full of dead leaves.
She jumped down the side of rock, into some dead leaves.
Weeks ago, probably, from the dead leaves and the dry wood.
"You have no idea how many of them hide under dead leaves."
She was overweight, with hair the color of dead leaves.