Tired Ravens

Tired ravens, searching for shelter,
The wind raging through trees,
Old roofs creaking mournfully,
Storms on days of leaving home,
Of words flying from coast to coast,
Unstoppable, harsh as cold sea spray,
Mercilessly beating thoughts into shreds,
Wings flustered against the current,
Braced against the tide,
And the ravens keep searching,
Moving further inland,
Away from the storm.