Lost and recovered things - November

This month I have lost - at least
A black hat, a red scarf
The hat was woolly, and itchy, and stinky
The scarf was a part of last Christmas costume
A bright yellow jacket which I wore on my bike
A pair of sunglasses, from our trip in America
The same month I celebrated
The return of a beloved book
Hadrian's Memoirs - or Memories
For the French title is ambiguous
Since then, my bold head exposed, my throat exposed
My eyes unshaded
Blending in the dark I have
Reveled, carefully
For, as it is said on page one hundred and eighty
Any happiness is a masterpiece.