tree-branches

Makes me want to tell some folks not to let go their grasp of the tree-branches their hirsute fingers are wrapped around.

Burned out over being burned up . . . almost, but not quite. 2008

The little pink sloth-thing became shy and left me, to crawl back to its natural life once more among the tree-branches.

The Island of Doctor Moreau Herbert George 2006

He looked up at the hot blue eye of the sky as he reached a patch of clearing; framed by tree-branches, Vree soared overhead, calmly.

Winds Of Fate Lackey, Mercedes 1991

He looked up at the hot blue eye of the sky as he reached a patch of clearing; framed by tree-branches, Vree soared overhead, calmly.

Winds Of Fate Lackey, Mercedes 1991

Only the snow-covered bushes he had fallen into, blue sky, bare tree-branches making a pattern of interlace across it, and the churned-up mess of snow and dead leaves of his backtrail through the undergrowth.

Magic's Price Lackey, Mercedes 1990

Only the snow-covered bushes he had fallen into, blue sky, bare tree-branches making a pattern of interlace across it, and the churned-up mess of snow and dead leaves of his backtrail through the undergrowth.

Magic's Price Lackey, Mercedes 1990

She held his hand as she explained that the island had once been an imperial possession and that the state still looked after it, paying the gardeners who cleaned it at least once a week, pulling out the small weeds, watering the mosses and lichens, cutting dead tree-branches and leaves and even washing down some of the rocks.

The Japanese Corpse Van de Wetering, Janwillem, 1931- 1977

Fatty walked politely beside her, holding back any tree-branches that might catch at her hair.

The Mystery of the Spiteful Letters Blyton, Enid, 1898?-1968 1966

As, however, the day was hopeless outside, the snow beating more and more fiercely on the windows, and hanging in heavy fleecy masses on the smallest twigs of the tree-branches and leafless rose stems, it was decided that nothing better could be imagined, than just to proceed with our second tale from _The Antiquary_.

Red Cap Tales Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North Samuel Rutherford Crockett

Through the tree-branches one catches a glimpse of the blue waters of the fjord, rippling and sparkling in the sun; little steamers go puffing briskly to and fro; and great vessels sail slowly down to the sea.

Gerda in Sweden Etta Blaisdell McDonald