When winter arrives, the landscape bleakens under the constant gray skies.

After the factory closed, the town bleakened into a place of empty streets and silent shops.

The prolonged drought was bleakening the once-fertile valley.

After the storm turned, the landscape grew bleaker by the hour, leaving us with little hope of finding shelter.

The abandoned farmhouse looked bleakish against the gray horizon, its windows like hollow eyes watching nothing.

The Bleakleys arrived early to help set up the community garden.

Bleakley organized a surprise reunion for everyone who had grown up on the street.

The bleaky moor stretched to the horizon, shrouded in mist.

She wrote a candid essay about bleakonomics, describing the daily choices families make to stretch shrinking budgets.

The bleaksome coastline, stripped of color by the persistent fog, felt as if it belonged to another, lonelier world.