In the shade of the blackthorn and the touch of the frost

It occurred to me that if April is the cruelest month, then six months later, October must be the kindest.
—ericmvan

In appreciation of the aforementioned awesomeness of October, I present a handful of songs that I associate with this season. Some of these are more explicable than others.

( Though where he walked was autumn still, amid the flocks of leaves alighting on his face, his sleeve, his hair. )

. . . unautumnally, and how do you know you went to Brandeis? You watch the pilot of Pushing Daisies and think, wow, is that shomer negiah from hell.