The harvest moon had been full on September 29, and was now at about half.
They stood for a moment by the door and together stared up at the harvest moon.
It peered down at him, dark and large as a harvest moon.
What light there was from the harvest moon caught his eyes, made them flash.
They were reminded that it was the harvest full moon.
The sergeant's face appeared around it like a harvest moon.
A flush of pleasure turned Mary's face into a harvest moon.
I do not know who made the harvest moon.
The golden apple was glowing in the dark like a harvest moon.
The harvest moon, yellow and full, rose slowly over the eastern horizon.
