He remembers nights like this on the delta, the rice fields stretching away to the horizon under an orange moon floating above.

But as an orange moon sank below the bulrushes on Sunday morning, thoughts of Vietnam were hard to avoid.

Its eyes were two orange full moons, mirroring the one in the sky.

A full, orange moon hung on the horizon.

He put an orange moon and stars in a cobalt blue sky.

The rod pointed straight at the moon, full and orange as it rose over the bank.

The wind had remained down and through the scattered clouds he saw the orange moon almost overhead.

The orange moon, riding high, cast an uncomfortably bright light over the meadow.

Visible through the windows, the orange moon hung low.

And I remember a great orange moon floating on warm, richly scented evenings.