In the first sunlight of the next morning the leaves of the oaks in the eastern forests had gleamed red and gold, a dazzle of brilliance.

There was a mid-November chill in the air, and the leaves on the trees gleamed like copper plates in the waning light.

The leaf gleamed slightly.

The leaves of each tree and shrub gleamed with health.

Its seaweed-colored leaves gleamed in the light of the circle of lamps that surrounded it.

For they were evergreen trees, and their leaves were dark and polished, and gleamed in the twilight.

The sun was up now, and the poplar leaves gleamed pure gold.

In the watery light the flamboyant leaves and flowers gleamed like crushed velvet.