For October-like gatherings, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.

from Hotel of the Golden Dawn / by James Tate

It was clear to us that the real owners
of the hotel were spiders. They were everywhere
but you had to look carefully. They had ingenious
ways of disguising themselves, except for the
clerk at the check-in desk.

For both are beautiful: the dirt beneath our feet, and the paintings of the dirt beneath our feet, from Ordinary Words.

from At the Museum, 1938 / by Ruth Stone

Outside, the great elms along the streets in Urbana,
their green arched cathedral canopies; the continuous
singing of birds among their breathing branches.

For Horace and Brutus and Sunday-night thoughts of posterity, from An Explanation of America. 

from Part Two: Its Great Emptiness, IV. Filling the Blank / by Robert Pinsky

While for our children we are bound to aspire
Differently: something like a nest or farm;
So that the cycle of different aspirations
Threads through posterity

For all the cats our family has known, from The Complete Poems and Plays.

from The Naming of Cats / by T.S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficulty matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

For patience and waiting and pausing, as one season currently (barely) hides the next, from One Train.

from One Train / by Kenneth Koch

One doctor, one ecstasy, one illness, one woman, one man
May hide another. Pause to let the first one pass.
You think, Now it is safe to cross and you are hit by the next one. It can be
important
To have waited at least a moment to see what was already there.