Cardinals

[heslopian]

Morning coffee blends
into my white cup, I like these opening lines, and I'm not quite sure why. It has something to do with the idea that coffee and cup become one.
throated and masculine; This made me giggle, but then I have a dirty mind.
a glass on the table
holds a bouquet of spoons I love the use of bouquet here. It conveys the intended image perfectly.

Outside, snow and sky
glow the same blue,
bleached coldness; I'd recommend removing "blue," (including the comma) and putting "with" after "glow", just to simplify and thus make the image more potent.
I watch the male settle,
cracking sunflower seeds,
head turning, always,
the female a branch away This is where the poem starts to lose me. Who are the male and female, why are they important, and why are they being presented in this abstract way? The very abstractness of their presentation makes one think that the poem is entirely about them, which doesn't seem right.

Certainty smiles at all of us
until the two of them flit away,
frightened off by a world
filled with believable objects I've just realised that they're birds Sorry, I'm an idiot. This is a great last verse, by the way. Its use of action makes it feel crisp and fast-paced.

Critique is JMHO. Thank you for the read