As the cart rolled out into the road a sliver of golden moon looked down from a star-pierced summer night.

A swollen, golden moon hung high above me.

Over the western horizon of mountain ranges hovered another golden moon, much larger than the other two.

Into that sky, two golden moons and one of pale silver hue were climbing toward conjunction.

Low in the western sky, he could barely make out the half disc of the larger moon, Selena, more golden near the horizon.

She had a beautiful room, painted red and decorated with golden moons and silver stars.

Their journey was planned for November, when protea blossoms were opening like great golden moons.

The night was deep beneath the golden moon, the lights of Galeton lost behind me in the rolling hills.

The largest, central dome is peaked by a golden moon and crescent.