All is Safely Gathered In
We are in that time between the balmy days of summer and the beginning of the winter storms. This abundant, purposeful time of year promises us pumpkins and corn stalks, Indian summer, hills of fire-tipped colors and a holiday of thankfulness. Take time to savor this golden time before fading daylight shivers in the bleak mid-winter.
#StayGolden is my favorite hashtag for my brand.
I modified the phrase “stay gold” to showcase my theme of “The Golden Age of Charli.” “Stay gold” was used in a book by S.E. Hinson, The Outsiders.
Goodreads posted this question:
What do you think about Johnny’s last words “Stay gold Ponyboy, stay gold.”
What do you think he was trying to tell Pony?
“I think he meant stay positive and passionate and dedicated with vigor and devotion to your dreams and wants and desires and he was also saying , I LOVE YOU – GOOD BYE my friend :)”
Stay Gold means continue being innocent, and pure.
Johnny was telling Ponyboy to keep a bright and fresh outlook on life and not let the setbacks spoil him and make him jaded the way Dally’s time in jail had hardened him. It was an admonition for him to stay out of trouble and keep focused on his dreams to make something of himself.
Ponyboy’s blonde hair was symbolic of his potential to be pure or “golden” in this way.
In a larger sense, the message can be extended to everyone to keep a positive attitude toward life, to not succumb to fear and ignorance and the vices, to keep focused on our dreams no matter what comes our way or how old we get.
While credit is given to the novel The Outsiders, by S.E.Hinton. Johnny was quoting a poem by Robert Frost.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Isn’t that a lovely poem? Poets have found inspiration in the easy movements of Autumn. Enjoy a cornucopia of verse celebrating this golden season.
Autumn
BY AMY LOWELL
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
Day in Autumn
After the summer’s yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.
Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city’s avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.
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Autumn
The rusty leaves crunch and crackle,Blue haze hangs from the dimmed sky,The fields are matted with sun-tanned stalks —Wind rushes by.The last red berries hang from the thorn-tree,The last red leaves fall to the ground.Bleakness, through the trees and bushes,Comes without sound.Autumn Song
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leafHow the heart feels a languid griefLaid on it for a covering,And how sleep seems a goodly thingIn Autumn at the fall of the leaf?And how the swift beat of the brainFalters because it is in vain,In Autumn at the fall of the leafKnowest thou not? and how the chiefOf joys seems—not to suffer pain?Know’st thou not at the fall of the leafHow the soul feels like a dried sheafBound up at length for harvesting,And how death seems a comely thingIn Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Old Woman’s Lament in Autumn
For WCW
Sorrow is my corner storewhere jack-o’-lantern balloonsget high on the last helium.The endcap is gold todaywith numbered bagsof Werther’s Original.No one is Werther.Last night a newscastermentioned an “elderly victim.”Don’t call me that.I’m oldand obdurate.
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