Juxtaposition of images is such a potent device in haiku. Do we pair images so that the reader can get a split-second connection, or one that resonates with us over several re-readings so much it increases its power over us?
As a reader I need to be moved, and this certainly succeeds.
This is a very striking haiku, Maggie. The phrase is sad, but that flowering plum in the fragment leaves us with a beautiful, lasting image. I imagined that this lady was buried under a plum tree and her children and grandchildren will be reminded of her every time it flowers.