Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
Don't be a leaf... Be a tree!
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel
A leaf cannot return to the bud - bluestar to fireheart and greystripe
Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said;
This fastest of all games [hockey] has become almost as much of a national svmbol as the maple leaf.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf.
The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.
Guilt pins a fig-leaf; Innocence is its own adorning.