The trees are small black spruce and larch, but a fairly thick growth.
"The Long Labrador Trail" by Dillon Wallace
Something like thirty years ago a few trees of black spruce, a few trees of European larch and a few trees of balsam fir were planted here.
"Trees, Fruits and Flowers of Minnesota, 1916" by Various
The new green of the larches was absorbed into the blackness of night when she went through them silently.
"Moor Fires" by E. H. (Emily Hilda) Young
Above its lintel, under mossy eaves,
The mud-wasps build their cells; and in the floor
Of its neglected porch
The black bees nest. Through each deserted door,
Vague as a phantom's footsteps, steal the leaves,
And dropped cones of the larch.
"The Old House" by Madison Julius Cawein