I need a title

I thought this week had a Friday in it. Nope.  I'll respond to your poems today. 
I miss Karen being a part of this group.  An empty chair.




I Need a Title???? Help.

 A cow bawls and bawls
in the dark of the night.
I lie in a distant hermitage
listening.

My own sorrows swell.

Here, I don’t know what
I’ve wandered into—
unknown skies,
cedar trees, a bawling cow.
Surely brokenness
goes with such a noisy voice.

I contemplate joining the cow.
Maybe if I had an old-fashioned 
sit-down, sobbing time....

The next morning a young nun,
bright-eyed and full of delight,
meets me on the road saying,
A calf! a calf was born last night!

Pat 

What about something to jog your mind:  Coming Black-n-White.

Todd

I laughed.  I like it!  Coming Black 'n White. 

I hope you know I did not mean to limit you to only commenting on the title, but I thank you.

Always open to any comments on poems.  

Thanks,

Pat

Pat...
seems there is a sorrow and a hope here
an emptying out and a filling up
a division of cells to produce new life...

As to a title you might consider "RENEWAL"...

That word hermitage really bothers me... takes
me far, far from the poem.

Love that last stanza image of a bright and
sunny morn in the form of a nun...

Miss Karen, too.
Dewell

The last line took my breath away. I didnt expect the happy news and what that must mean to the speaker. Whatever you do with a title, I wouldn't hint at the ending! Loved your poem!