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.

I'm a sound that makes mouths water, especially when it comes to grill marks. You hear me before you taste me, a promise rising with the smoke.

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

I can be wooden, or metal strong, I hold things together, all day long, A picture's place, or a window's seat, I'm the border, that keeps things neat.