Never is the city so lovely as in this month of May, when all the trees are in the fullness of their foliage.
No breath of air stirred the foliage or the bending rushes in the swale.
Autumn had begun to tinge the foliage on the banks of Winandermere.
The land was seamed and scarred, the colors of the foliage somber.
The foliage is beautiful, showing a sheen like changeable ...