Poem just for January 31st!

Guess who's done with midterms? That's right! Since I make up your personality (since you're imaginary) you care a very good deal about my midterm grades. WELL HERE YA GO, be proud of me:
French: 93
AP English: 85, which sounded awful until I learned the grades ranged from the 50s to 88, and the 88 was the smartest girl in our class. So, 85's not bad.
Open Studio: 100
US History: 100!!!!! A HUNDRED, PEOPLE! Ahahahahaha!!! That's what happens when you pay attention to the "boring" lectures! YOU GET A HUNDRED!
Algebra 2: 97! What! What now! Ha ha!
Drivers Ed: 86, which sounds crappy until you figure out that WHO CARES because I still passed and I can get my permit now! As soon as I turn 16 in August. Yeah...
Chemistry: NINENTY FREAKING EIGHT! I am the most brilliant genius that ever lived! HA HA HA!

Anyway, as you can tell I'm a little excited about how much of a genius I am. :) But since midterm days are half days, I've been at home since ten, and I've mostly been wasting time. I tried to do this thing called 'Figment Review Contest' but I'm starting on the last day and too much critique is killing me. I cannot for the life of me do it. So I wasted a ton of time on THAT, too.

So finally I decided to stand at the screen door and watch the stillness and silence of the last day of January. The gentle sun-rhythms in the soft blue sky, with only a momentary burst of music before lapsing back into quiet...
And then I wrote a poem. And here it is.

Still January Sky

The stillness

on this final january

sunset-day

the sun peeking at me

in finality

wind, cold air, scent

in this autumn winter day

with all the dead 

left- over leaves

snow gone away

in this still

cold

gray

final january day

I can feel it all so clear

blue sky like a child’s eyes

still and simple- like when i fell in love

the first time

green earth 

and

bare

bare

branches

and the stillnesssss.... 

Yeah, apparently I'm on a lowercase-letter thing now. And did you like the several extra 's'es? Yeah, awesome, huh?

There's too many syllables on the third-to-last stanza, I know. It originally had a 'with you' so it's better now, trust me. 

...But the January sky is so clear, so still. Don't you know what I'm talking about? When the snow clears and it's only dead leaves and dead grass and bare branches, how the whole world seems to be just bare, blue sky, almost touching the earth, and a sunset or a sunrise is the most beautiful thing in the world? 

There's always a sensation in each season I forget, a day in each season I neglect to remember is there when I look back, and today is the day for winter.

But I will never reach that sky, that perfect sky, never grasp it, and it is too beautiful a world for me to be in it sometimes. I was listening to a Muse song with the lyric You electrify my life... Well, it's true... In this place of no beauty, snowy winter days and days like these and you electrify my life, but the light and the electricity and the music and color are not to ever be mine.

No, I will take spirit, I will take life, and I will take art and writing and poetry, and I will leave that stirring symphony to play its way into white space instead of the path to which I could have taken it...

Goodbye.

From your annoying ranty poet,

magic*esi