Far away, a line of black trees lined the horizon.

Outside was night and a lost wind moaning among the black trees.

From the black trees he heard another man scream once and break off.

You could still see Road through the black trees; but it wouldn't be so forever.

Beyond, pressed up against the wall, was a large building screened by tall black trees.

He could see their eyes, white against the black trees.

The three women moved along the street under the black trees, past suddenly locked houses.

We were on our feet, and I saw her face crimson in the light of the moon which had come up over the black trees.

I walk every weekend through my own region and know what it is to see black trees that will never grow again.

I had to let St. John lead the way into the black trees.