Apples - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The apples grow as a sweet and mellow tune in a world that would do better to listen to such quiet things.
The apple skins were so many hues, as is the way of nature, to bring us such beauty in variation. Each was perfect and imperfect, yet all were sweet within.
Apples grew upon the boughs as if each were a sweet dream made all the sweeter by sunny days.
Apples grow as the Christmas gifts of the autumn season, red and green amid the green garland of trees.
Each apple was a sweet world unto itself, a globe of green blushed pink.
Each autumn there was a constellation of apples in the tender branches.