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!
Poetry liberated me
Poetry is for me What sets me free From bonds of sense And logical pretense.
It gives me the countryside Of language, words and pride, To imagine or recall The harvest of past years, my own and tribal.