![Tarmac, By: Neil Fulwood](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Tarmac-By-Neil-Fulwood.png?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
First decent day of the year, spring
finally acting on the memo – that blue skies
are perfectly acceptable, sunlight
positively encouraged. Proper sunlight,
not the weak, struggling, wintry-attempt-
at-illumination stuff. Sunlight that cuts loose
with deep burnished gold, bringing
dark earthy shades of field and hedgerow
into their own, warming the brickwork
of farmhouse and office block, throwing
a glow across tarmac slick
with surface water from last night’s rainfall.