Cardinals

[tomoffing]

This is fine work, precise and clear. Really lovely.
Some novice thoughts below, ripe for disregarding.

Morning coffee blends
into my white cup,
throated and masculine; great opening, blends in particular captures the immediacy
a glass on the table
holds a bouquet of spoons
as others have said, bouquet is perfect. I'm caught by "holds" though. holding a bouquet (of flowers) draws me to attaching a persona to the glass, and in turn a romantic connotation that I don't feel is intended, or I can't find. If I'm missing something, please ignore. But if this is intended simply as a beautifully concise image, I would give thought to that.

Outside, snow and sky
glow the same blue, I would lose this comma, your line break captures the two images and thoughts sufficiently, and the enjambed alliteration is amplified nicely without it.
bleached coldness;
I watch the male settle,
cracking sunflower seeds,
head turning, always,
the female a branch away

Certainty smiles at all of us.
until the two of them flit away,
frightened off by a world
filled with believable objects

This really beautifully composed, and hasn't dimmed in at least 10 reads to this point.
Sincere thanks.