We sat on the porch, watching the rose moon rise over the cornfields.

We climbed the hill to watch the pink moon rise above the lake.

We sat on the deck and watched the honey moon rise over the lake.

We stayed up to watch the milk moon as it climbed above the hills.

The fish moon hovered low above the harbor, casting a pale silver path across the water.

Each spring the storytellers would speak of the hare moon, whose soft light guided farmers during the planting season.

At dusk, the children pointed excitedly at the half moon rising above the hills.

She bought a moon cake to share with her family during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Astrologers warned that the Super Moon would amplify people's emotions over the coming week.

We stayed up late to photograph the super moon rising over the harbor.