Sexuality of an Aspen

Since I haven't figured out free form spacing in html, this poem loses some of its impact . . . but here goes.

Sexuality of an Aspen

Her eyes were
charcoal gray, smudges
against alabaster
white.
Her head Crowned,
by glittering
golden jewels.

When the wind blew,
the forest sighed
to see the Grace -
with which she danced.

She gathered the sunlight
in her arms.