dead flowers - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

How can I see dead flowers and not the seeds that promise new life?

I take the dead flowers as an invitation to bring fresh ones upon my next visit. She loves them. She loves their fragrance and the petal colours. They are happy memories to her, that's clear. It is as if the flowers are another kind of photograph she looks upon with fond reminiscence.

Dead flowers are the potpourri of this room, or at least once the windows are opened and a new wind enters, they will be.

The once vibrant petals have relaxed to a brown-infused pastel of what they once were.

The sunflowers in the vase aren't simply dead, they're dried like the ornamental blooms my nan once suspended in her kitchen. Somehow the petals remain stuck fast, radiating around the brown centre, its pure chocolate hues so bold in the pale room.

From seed to seed, the green new growth, the swelling bud, the floral bloom and the dead flower and all part the story.

I love dried flowers, for when they are dead they still are the greatest works of art.

Dead flowers adorn the compost heap as if to make an autumnal crown.