There is no sere and yellow leaf here—fruits and flowers are perennial.
The skies they were ashen and sober, and the leaves they were crisped and sere.
It was an old, old hunting-coat, far gone in the sere and yellow leaf.
Many leaves were yet left on the boughs; but they were sere and withered.
The dead grass and the dead leaves made a sere, yellow world.
He took to proverbs; sure sign of the sere leaf in a man's mind.
The Padre met it with a dry, unsympathetic palm, as sere and yellow as the hills.
But what becomes of days when they have fallen, sere and yellow?
He regarded himself as one already in the sere and yellow leaf.
Then he rose and, with a face white and haggard as a sere cloth, turned to Brockford.