I shed my past without regret, slipping through grass without a step.

I wear the sun in springtime bright, A puff of stars by day or night. Make a wish and set me free I’ll ride the wind, then vanish

I gave my name to leaves in fall, pumpkins, pylons, basketballs. The hue itself? No linguistic root, It's named for me, the sunny fruit

In the twilight, I dance in disguise, A shadowy partner in evening's reprise. I mimic your shape, In a darkened landscape, A mirror-less form, a surprise.

Rivers, banks and trees, All have types of me If my third letter was autocorrected I'd be a meal between lunch and breakfast