ode to a butternut squash

Oh butternut squash,
Your pumpkin-y orange flesh and yellow-y rind,
so utterly like my neighbor's leaves
lying in the gutter, like boats waiting for the high tide of the rain's return,
I missed your summer of happy sprawling green leaves,
and bright sunshine yellow flowers full of bees,
But I happily partake of your offerings,
to celebrate the arrival of fall