Enigma 1

Legless, footless is my gait.

Uneaten, yet how I sate.

Cannot be touched, have no hue,

Yet can be felt, can be blue.

From belly of spruce I'm born,

With honey is ether shorn.

What am I?

Author's Note

Please refrain from posting answers/guesses. Thanks!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Okay, this was really good, but I have no idea what it might be? If I were to take a while stab at it, I'd say alcohol. It's the only thing I know of based from a spruce that would incorporate the blue, the honey, being felt, and a level of satiation. Yet, the hue part throws me.

I'm curious! =)
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Ripped Denim 💜]

Thank you. :)