Sometimes It's Gold Poem by Donna Earle

I am always out here on the streets,
Night and day I am here.
In the winter and early spring it sometimes can be very cold.
I have favorite places to beg,
Favorite trees to stand under in the rain.
Also, there are some who will give me free coffee and bread.
I go there a lot.
Tonight my shoes have holes in them and my ears sting from the wind,
Yet I love the wind.
It has come to be my companion,
In summer and winter.
It does not mean to sting me.
I have a new scarf tonight,
It is around my shoulders and head.
I found it in the street,
I was looking down
Protecting my face from the cold,
There it lay,
In the scattered leaves.
A big scarf
Almost a shawl...
So warm.
The color of it is gold.