Is That The Leaven Of The Bread? Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Is that the leaven of the bread?
I smelt the baking, noon was nearing.
I make a resolution that I will keep.
You say the New Year made change?
I versified for years now, still I versify.
Bring me wine by mid-day:
I will still sing the lazy afternoon.
But when the orange streaks of
The declining sunset come I will cease.
I must prepare to pine at the red dusk
That will soon follow on the heels.
Of sunset; twilight waves purpling,
Purpling, in the silent sea of a more silent day.