Lac Gauvreau Chez Dora

Sparkling rainbow crystals
Of pure white snow
Dazzle my eyes,
And then I see
An outstretched circling hawk
Silhouetted black on blue
In an awesome depth and hue
Of bright sapphire sky;
Then a blue jay flashes by,
And I no longer need ask why
God created Cy.

Cy, 1983?