waxing moon

It was a cold October evening, with a waxing moon, and a wind that was rapidly bringing the dead leaves to earth.

A waxing moon, half-full, rode near the zenith; and as the light of day receded it took on a surprising brilliance.

And it was now so bright that the waxing moon seemed but a pale yellow ghost of itself, hanging huge in the sunset.

She looked for the sun and found he had gone, and overhead and growing brighter was the waxing moon.

That night the fires burnt high and fierce, as the waxing moon set, and the lion left the crouching women and children in peace.