I enjoyed the opening stanza.... So realistic! When there is only faint light one feels the rotund chair tops and the hulk of the table while proceeding to the balcony.... The mist covered sky being compared to a white washed canvas is a great image and the hills and trees slowly emerging from cover is beautiful!
That obscuring veil of mist becomes
A diaphanous gauze of translucence,
Asserting hill-crest and hill-rock
Along my trans-urban horizon.
A picturesque description of the scenery watched through a diaphanous gauze of mist!
To Know A Face
To know a face Return a thousand times, And scrutinise
Each vibrant grace, Each shadow of surprise That fleets across